Hush now…
he paints the scene
One star in the sky
dim
distant
nothing disturbs the surround sound
of nature’s own murmurings
the old house creaks
breathing
through the quiet hours
unless someone wakens to
break the dream
it’s a kind of magic.
~*~
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Shared with Magpie Tales #139 Art of Curtis Wilson Cost
Carry on Tuesday #177 It’s a kind of magic
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Ah, yes, magic it is!
I love the quiet magic you invoked in this peaceful poem, Bren. It’s just in time for hibernation to commence. Zzzz……… =D
Makes me want to tip toe, to not wake a soul.
“the surround sound
of nature’s own murmurings”
I agree, it IS kind of magic.
=)
So atmospheric – made me shiver!
This is like a fairy tale.
You’ve done a nice job with both prompts. I especially like the line: nothing disturbs the surround sound of natures own murmurings.
Very subtle, not so exaggerated or complex. Each and every flavor blended very well. Very nicely portrayed. I loved it.
~Sayantini Bhattacharya
another part of me
Such Fractal Complexity you have inceived , thanks !
What a sweet magical peacefulness within your lovely poem…
“breathing
through the quiet hours”
In the surround sound she is the listener as he paints the scene and the narrator captures the mood n words that I see in the scene: There’s a kind of a hush . . .magic. (I love these impressionistic moments.)
totally magical…..I felt the hush of night….
The surround sound of nature’s own murmurings – wonderful phrase!
those old house have there stories to tell…x
Magic, yes. Love how you ‘saw’ a star.
A magic you captured well with your words…
How lovely!
Wonderful, my dear friend.
There is something so special about the hush of the night, a quiet time, a special time, a magical time indeed. Well done, Bre! So good to see you at my diary, dear friend, and to read your wonderful words. Love, Freewind
Magic indeed. Creaking houses have a life of their own.
It is filled with magic isn’t it? Thank you for finding it. 😉
Your poetry is a kind of magic!
and there is a magic in your poem, beautiful dreamer, as one would expect – a hush over your words, like a secret waiting to happen.
I love the picture so much! Love “it’s a kind of magic”.
Just sitting on its own, sure has such a magical tone!
it is kinda magic….and peaceful…reminds me a bit of my grammas house honestly…
A magic … this poem is awesome !!!
Old houses do exude a certain brand of magic…
Hey, we have the same creaking house ~ Its some kind of magic ~