It’s almost done! The last line’s my own:
If you are reading this
you must be hungry
Kick off your silver slippers
Come sit with us a spell
A hanky, here, now dry your tears
And fill your glass with wine
Now, pour. The parchment has secrets
Smells of a Moroccan market spill out.
You have come to the right place, just breathe in.
Honey, mint, cinnamon, sorrow. Now, breathe out
last week’s dreams. Take a wish from the jar.
Inside, deep inside, is the answer…
Unfold it, and let us riddle it together,
…Strains of a waltz. How do frozen fingers play?
How do fennel, ginger, saffron blend in the tagine?
Like broken strangers bound by time, they sisterdance…
their veils of sorrow encircle, embrace.
Feed your heart with waltzes and spices.
Feed your soul with wine and dreams.
Humble dust of coriander scents your feet, coaxing
seascapes, crystal sighs and moonshine from your melody
Beware of dangers along the path of truth
And beware, my friend, of too much bewaring–
strong hands cushion you, sweet scents surround you—now leap
without looking, guided by trust. And when you land
on silver-tipped toes, buoyed by joy– you’ll know
you are amazing, you are love, you are poetry—
here, you rest.
here, you rest.
Caroline, thank you for your addition! I think you may be talking to all of us poetry lovers as this crazy-beautiful month comes to a close. 🙂
Am loving this poem and the way it unfolded poet to poet! Just caught on to it today.
Oh, nice addition, to offer a pause in this swirling, whirling adventure.
This poem is coming to such a generous and loving end…lucky visitor in silver slippers!
It’s one of those quietly beautiful things you can’t enough of. Beautiful, Caroline.
Caroline – such a beautiful ending to that line!!
I echo other commenters…beautiful!
That was so beautiful that it actually gave me chills!
Yes! You added the perfect line! I’m having so much fun watching this poem grow!
Perfection! Short and sweet, and I love it!