April Love

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A little before nine o’ clock, the wind changed its course
as though wanting to declare its arrival,
to say that I am here to elevate your thoughts
now the sky is witness
to the change in complexion, to the burning sensation,
to conviction,
that has made its way into my breast
in my mottled musings the moon is imperial
and gold
as the night gives me his heart to hold
should sorrow sweep him along into troubled waters
come April,
in the serenade of ebony my eyes are chorus
sometimes
the soul requires music, the cooler the night the comforting the song.

 

Photo credits: Marta Bevacqua, Silence

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

26 thoughts on “April Love

  1. Kerry says:

    Woohoo! You are off to a flying start to April with this wistfully evocative poem, Sanaa. I love the way the wind leads us into the poem.

  2. Kim M. Russell says:

    A beautiful April love poem, Sanaa, full of delicate imagery. I love the use of alliteration in the line ‘in my mottled musings the moon is imperial and gold’ and the metaphor ‘in the serenade of ebony my eyes are chorus’. Well done for incorporating words from the Paul Simon song.

    • Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Marian 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹

  3. Laura Bloomsbury says:

    Bowled over by those opening lines Sanaa
    “A little before nine o’ clock, the wind changed its course
    as though wanting to declare its arrival,”

    and what followed is a shower of emotions in technicolour

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