sleeping with penguins

quiet music from the room

the Penguin Café Orchestra

swinging something classical

 

through the open window

birds singing

 

I stand at the door

a soft sheet wraps her waist

 

against a breast

our new-born son

makes contented baby sounds

 

her milk trickles his chin

 

both are sleeping

 

I climb on the bed

lean my head

against

and put my lips

to

her baby-free breast

 

the pasture scent

of our son’s head

 

the misty glaze

of perspiration

 

the music

the birdsong

 

her breathing

baby’s purring

 

an intoxication

 

caught in the music

I close my eyes

 

and picture dancing

and more than dancing

I am pirouetting

with an exaltation of strangers

 

I hug them

they hug me

 

we laugh together

we sweat together

 

I drift to sleep

 

Horace Silver’s

Mexican Hip Dance

wakes me

 

mother and baby have not stirred

 

I slide from the bed

 

Sunday morning

life is sweet

◄ summer lovin' (redux)

Terry Street - revisited (after Douglas Dunn) ►

Comments

Rick

Tue 30th Jul 2019 18:46

Thanks, Ray ?

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raypool

Tue 30th Jul 2019 14:02

Editing this might be a curse Rick. It should be preserved in stained glass - so much to enjoy in the detail and the roundness and humanity of it. I can't but love it.

Ray

Rick

Tue 30th Jul 2019 12:39

Thanks, Graham, I'm trying to eliminate (often unnecessary) conjunctions and stick to the image itself. I enjoyed writing this and dare say I'll edit it to death ?

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Graham Sherwood

Tue 30th Jul 2019 11:49

Well this is really lovely. What scene could be better the this and you have nailed it. I have seen the Penguin Cafe orchestra and can imagine drifting off to their tune!

Perfect

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