Saturday, March 23, 2013

~Pearl~

This is for dverse poets Poetics
the prompt from Claudia is about a conversation with
a historical figure living or dead.
 
Who else would I think of for this?
 
 
 
I sat down next to her at the table
face framed in feathers pink and bright.
Slightly askew, slightly unhinged,
but her smile was all that I could see.
She laughed at my hesitation
with a voice that sounded like whiskey
                poured
                                  over
                                                      rocks.
 
Oh, the things I wanted to ask her!
The things I wanted to say!
Overwhelmed by the aching,
by the senseless of the loss…
I wanted to ask her why!
Why she had to go!
The thing is though, I understand,
the inevitability of an accident.
There were no answers to be had for my questions
no ease of the depth of the ache.
I picked up the Hummingbird Gibson
and I simply asked her to sing.
 
 
 
 

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15 comments:

  1. MaryMarch 23, 2013 at 12:08 PM

    Well penned, Andrea. She definitely WAS such a tragic loss, but I am glad her music lives on.

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  2. ClaudiaMarch 23, 2013 at 12:11 PM

    yeah...i think asking her to sing was just exactly the right thing to do...to some questions are no answers but for each is a song...i like

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  3. Brian MillerMarch 23, 2013 at 12:15 PM

    there are some questions we will never have answered...and the conversation cant cover, so having her sing...sounds like the perfect solution...smiles....

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  4. Maude LynnMarch 23, 2013 at 12:17 PM

    That's what I would do! Your description of her voice is perfect.

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  5. Candi MorrowMarch 23, 2013 at 12:29 PM

    I love the storm, I love the sky.. This feels like a conversation I would have with myself.

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  6. brudbergMarch 23, 2013 at 12:32 PM

    A wonderful, and I guess a song is what I would ask for first as well.

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  7. mrs mediocrityMarch 23, 2013 at 1:38 PM

    Oh yes, perfect, to hear her sing, in person, would be the best gift of all.

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  8. AnonymousMarch 23, 2013 at 3:13 PM

    To sing that's where all her words were...with such a voice you'd have to ask her to sing.

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  9. Laurie KolpMarch 23, 2013 at 4:37 PM

    A song would be nice, wouldn't it?

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  10. The Zen of GavinMarch 23, 2013 at 5:05 PM

    You had me at Whiskey poured over rocks... no really you did...its Saturday night and time to pour a scotch whiskey, without the rocks though. If it were me sitting beside her she would have laughed at my dumb founded look. Well done.

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  11. PatriciaMarch 23, 2013 at 6:19 PM

    Good job Andrea... especially with the whiskey voice poured over rocks...

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  12. Kathy ReedMarch 23, 2013 at 8:16 PM

    I was going to write the same thing as Patricia!

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  13. kelvin s.m.March 24, 2013 at 4:50 AM

    ...wonderful take & did give her justice with your descriptions & that finale stanza... i enjoyed it... smiles...

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  14. aka_andreaMarch 24, 2013 at 5:08 AM

    thanks for all the great comments! I had such fun with this prompt.

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  15. adanMarch 24, 2013 at 12:34 PM

    brought back a lot of memories of that time, she was a jewel inside the rock

    esp liked,

    "Slightly askew, slightly unhinged,
    but her smile was all that I could see"

    thought it very creative to finish off the who of the poem with her singing to us directly, very nice touch

    also, hadn't seen script scroll over a background image like this before, also very creative - very interesting site & work andrea, thank you ;-)

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