Appalachian Night
Blue haze drifts o'er mountain's back,
chords strummed, tempo set
rhinestones polished. "Get out the try"
a game lovers and losers play
roll the dice, game faces on,
husky voices, hidden feelings
as moon's shadow hides a kiss.
Another sighs as stakes are lost,
mountain's blue dips into black
and love loses its shine.
by Margaret Bednar, October 10, 2014
for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Music with Marian - Donna the Buffalo "I See How You Are" Listen to the clip below and follow your inspiration… I had 10 minutes to "play" with this - and it just so happens I was up in the mountains this past weekend where Bluegrass was born.
Terrific last lines!
ReplyDeletethose nights are the worst... except for that one person..
ReplyDelete"roll the dice, game faces on,
ReplyDeletehusky voices, hidden feelings"
- Love these lines. Playing games and hiding how we feel - isn't that what we give and get when "love loses its shine"?
Love your close here--must be gorgeous where you are
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done, Margaret, pitch perfect with the song and rhinestone-shined with ennui.
ReplyDeleteIt was a perfect response to the song…you describe a lonely song.
ReplyDeleteMoody, soulful- the song and your poem.
ReplyDeleteYour write is just as good as the quality of the prompt song of blues awesome. Great combination!
ReplyDeleteWell Done!
love it, winners make losers at this game. nice, Margaret.
ReplyDelete"get out the try" - love it!
ReplyDeleteSad, when love loses its shine.
ReplyDeleteWho doesn't love bluegrass? Your poem made me happy to wander through my mind and reminisce of songs past. A nice respite from Monday, busy Monday.
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