The Long Tour.
With the first snows, for some reason I think of baroque and classical musics. I much appreciate the arts of great symphony and well constructed music of poetic form. But when the temperature steeps low and the horizons resemble that of the deep blues of the ocean in the sky, I can't help but think of tunes that once filled grand halls.
Halls for dancing, masquerading, balls. Social gatherings set by candelabra light and decadent chandeliers, along with giant wood burning fireplaces encrusted with intricate detail for hearths. The setting almost always depicting the cold winters, or closing holidays, or just shear mystery and pleasure. Spectacular visual effects, theatrical energy, grand stairways, high buttresses, sensual illusions, embellishment of clothings, masks.
Ah... and the music which covered this time span, just brilliant for a forlane or menuet. Grandeur in artistry from patterns and curvature. An emotional elaboration of what life had become, an era between shades of light and dark.
Festive behind closed double doors with no care to the outside world, which had been laid to rest for the season with the white covering of snow.
The snow falls daintily along with the Brandenburg Concerto, mimicking dancers of precision. Their full costumes of the century gliding over polished ornate floors, in the past times of great musicians echoing within grand halls.
With the first snows, for some reason I think of baroque and classical musics. I much appreciate the arts of great symphony and well constructed music of poetic form. But when the temperature steeps low and the horizons resemble that of the deep blues of the ocean in the sky, I can't help but think of tunes that once filled grand halls.
Halls for dancing, masquerading, balls. Social gatherings set by candelabra light and decadent chandeliers, along with giant wood burning fireplaces encrusted with intricate detail for hearths. The setting almost always depicting the cold winters, or closing holidays, or just shear mystery and pleasure. Spectacular visual effects, theatrical energy, grand stairways, high buttresses, sensual illusions, embellishment of clothings, masks.
Ah... and the music which covered this time span, just brilliant for a forlane or menuet. Grandeur in artistry from patterns and curvature. An emotional elaboration of what life had become, an era between shades of light and dark.
Festive behind closed double doors with no care to the outside world, which had been laid to rest for the season with the white covering of snow.
The snow falls daintily along with the Brandenburg Concerto, mimicking dancers of precision. Their full costumes of the century gliding over polished ornate floors, in the past times of great musicians echoing within grand halls.
9 comments:
This isn't bad at all. We barely brake once in between.
Thanks for your comment on my blog. I wrote the poem on the way home from a miss spent day in London. Grammatically it's meant to be essentric and I suppose it's in free form, not that it's important. Feel free to stop by again.
My friend,
just how did you enter my story? Chapter 10. the mermaid enters!
Best wishes
Friend is a big word, use it wisely.
You are that of an addiction, keep one hanging in suspense... waiting searching, finally found.... dropping tidbits only to have your "reader" / "friend" keep coming back...
I went back REII. I read. I was not exactly in the likes of my privacy in your story, as in my name being used... per se. Character yes i agreed, name no, that was not my intention. I had wished it anonymous, at least. The picture is ok, but the name.... that is a virtue. If you could remove and come up with one of your own for my character, I would most appreciate it. Plus naming a mermaid is well, a thing of rare mystery.
As far as politics... hah. I can't believe I end up intertwined in a political mickey mouse parade, hehe. Great video btw. But as far as the rest, I can dig it. Will wait to see where it goes. But don't be fooled... I don't hang on like other readers, I don't do addictions. YOU have to keep my worthy attention, just as you know.
Atlanteaness, its ok
Thank you, about the changing bit. I really appreciate it, hugs.
I was thinking again about the plot, and I wonder how I became a vital part, so this intrigues me... the mermaid assassin.... mouuha ha.
I've linked to your blog
RE: Don't like being linked either.
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