http://worldwidehelp.blogspot.com .comment-link {margin-left:.6em;}
caferati
A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

02 November, 2004

Morning Call

“Last night I dreamt of you.” A statement,
no more. Bland, no shade or shiver,
no ripple of substratal excitement,
nothing to stir a lover.

Detail dissolves, and your laughter blows
a stray whiff of chance to dreary trades,
a teasing tickle of the nose.
The tableau fades.

Yet something of that fleeting transit clings
to nudge a naughtiness or two
to aery imaginings:
paired by whimsy, me and you

play truant like children. The freeze-frame cracks,
thaws to life two figures in wax.

*****

Labels:

3 Comments:

Blogger Pye said...

Nice. I read this thrice in 24 hours and got a different feel each time. I think it's just vague enough to let the reader make what he wants out of it.

02 November, 2004 21:53  
Blogger manisha lakhe said...

love your olde world spellings...they fit just right.

just wish your name weren't such a pointer to holmes and watson...

03 November, 2004 22:15  
Blogger SPECKLED_BAND said...

Pye, thank you! It was precisely that - 'a teasing tickle of the nose.'

Manisha, thank you for the kind words! I'm afraid the Holmes-Watson pointer was inevitable: I'm a devout, practising Sherlockian :) As such, I chose the name of the best (by popular consensus) story. Doyle himself rated it Number One in a competition run by the Strand Magazine for its readers :) Don't you like Holmes?

04 November, 2004 23:42  

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Front Page