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Migration

by The Walrus 

Posted: 29 April 2004
Word Count: 120


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The boatman winked
as she lifted the gypsy hem of her skirt,
he shaped a complicit smile
as the first of her elegant stilettoed heels
tapped upon the gangway,
and moulding the tautness of her caramel thighs
against the Moroccan shades
of the beckoning divan,
she nodded acknowledgement
to the welcoming smiles.

Sighs rippled over water’s lap
heartbeats synchronized with stellar pulsation,
a frequency, a vibration of esoteric dimension.

When anchor fell
the shoreman had long since left
returning to the material reality
of land lovers’ brickland,
the four walls, ceilings and floors
of their starless night.

And as the wind lent itself
to the lateen sails
the felucca slipped, silent and slick,
its silhouetted figures
bathing naked in starlight.







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Fearless at 15:01 on 29 April 2004  Report this post
I liked the almost quiet, still intro, punctuated with the tapping sound of Her entrance by gangway, as well as the contrast between starless and starlight, through the lives, existences of the protagonists. This poem reminded me of 'Gypsy Woman' by Santana, particularly the last verse of the song:

She danced around and round
To a guitar melody
From the fire her face
Was all aglow
How she enchanted me
Oh how Id like to hold her near
And kiss and forever whisper in her ear [/unquote]

Another delightful, fleeting, caramel fine confection, Red.

Fearless
x

roovacrag at 15:40 on 30 April 2004  Report this post
Great poem as usual.
Loved the first 3 lines.
A bit sassy showing her ankles off and the stilettoed shoes.
Can almost see the girl smile knowing the affect she was having on the man.
Yes very good.
xx STAN

The Walrus at 17:09 on 30 April 2004  Report this post
Fearless, thanks. Liked the verse from the song.

Stan, lol.... years ago, apparently the mere glimpse of an ankle used to send men wild... now I'm not so sure...lol! (and course there was the replacement of chicken leg with drumstick - the mention of leg being far too saucy lol, anyway, sorry, getting sidetracked).

Thanks guys

The Walrus
x

dr_mandrill at 14:17 on 01 May 2004  Report this post
Great stuff. So atmospheric- black and red and spicy. If I had more lifetimes to spare I’d spend at least one in some far-off port getting hung up on pretty sea-gypsies.

dm

miffle at 19:30 on 01 May 2004  Report this post
Walrus, I enjoyed this piece, dense and red as ever.

Reminds me of Shakespeare's descriptions of Cleopatra on her 'barge' ( I think it was a barge!)

Also I find the title curious - so many different kinds of 'Migrations' in Life... So, yes, it is open to many meanings and I like that.

Seems to me perhaps a migration to a different kind of living/ freer living (i.e. away from the 'land lover's brickland')... Drifting away to a different kind of rhythm ('heartbeats synchoronised' 'water's lap' rhythm...).

Perhaps a 'Migration' into the imagination (with definitely a romantic / sensual tinge) or into a dream or the endless dream i.e. a gypsy-hearted twist on the River Styx...

My main thought is 'what might prompt such a migration?'... Or perhaps, poems often are 'Migrations' in themselves...

Write on, [ (c) Fearless ], Miffle

The Walrus at 07:41 on 02 May 2004  Report this post
dm, thanks, enjoyed your comment lol.

Miffle, your take on this was pretty much what I was hoping to convey, although I was hoping it was not down the River Styx, not quite yet anyway. Liked your thought on different kinds of migration. As for imagination - perhaps more when imagination meets reality. What might prompt such migration, you've answered the question yourself: "a different kind of living/ freer living". Thanks for your pertinent comments.

May the force be with you [(c)Luke Skywalker],
The Walrus





gard at 23:30 on 03 May 2004  Report this post
I love that!

"and the boatman winked/as she lifted the gypsy hem of her skirt"

instant images in my head of wood and water and fresh air, and heat and salt..........


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