Flooding down through the trapdoor to the flat roof above our hotel rooms, intense Spanish midday sun illuminates an inviting Jacob's Ladder which entices me upwards to witness the view from a balustraded parapet.
Crowned first with fire, then veiled with smothering heat, I transcend angelic to emerge suspended in a fragrant tree-top canopy. Waves of hissing foliage, an undulating sea of absorbing green, encompass round about: eucalyptus, lemons, palms. Three steps across and I am knee-deep mid-Atlantic; with three behind I conquer the backbone of an arid, mountainous inland range.
Aerial freedom compels me: shedding damp layers of needless clothes, stickiness is replaced by the exhilaration of fresh air on bare skin. Settled unflinching beneath the unblinking eye, the sun's rough cat-tongue teases my inert limbs into languid shapes; my body oozes, drips through the sieve of fronds in which I'm held.
The song of a solitary bird fills the air: a call.
I am reminded of the story of Cosimo, the man who lived an arboreal existance shooting branches of love and courtship into the lives of ladies who sighed moodily in the shaded gardens beneath him.
The birdsong comes again, a kiss borne upon the breeze: Cosimo! Perhaps, even now, his eyes are upon me as I languish unclad in his cloister; maybe I desecrate his holy place, disturb his prayers, distract his worship, his meditation...
I feel the boughs gently shift interleaving, weaving a hammock to lull me to sleep -
You have a magnificent grasp of prose Kate...and how to bend and weave it to your will.....and you always formulate a spellbinding canvas of emotions and thoughts...
Peter
Kate I agree with Janet! It is a joy and privilege to read such superb prose.You have gotten it down to a science so tight and explicit! Not a word wasted , yet all of them beautifully used
exuding the power of your intentions! Brava Kate!
I feel so privileged to have been able to read this gem. You really are heading toward short story, like you once said. You're a natural.
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on November 20, 2004
Kate, once again you’ve managed to blaze a theatrical trail with this delightful, soothing piece of poetic prose, my gifted friend. Outstanding job! I enjoyed the read. Thank you for sharing your work. Take care and be well.
Ah, the prose poem is in good hands. Real treat this form, combining the pleasure of poetry and the short story. I think you have a future in the line of work, Kate! :-) k
your descriptions, observations, and heart come thru here,to lull us into a gentle, lazy state of mind.......freedom
serenade us!
your deep lady lol.......pax A
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Sherry
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each word builds on the next to create a vision of clarity and the reader sees it, plain as day--wonderful imagery, stunning composition!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
wish i could write like you--you ROCK!
Stunning; this is one fantastic write - exemplifies your grand style for weaving magic into every word ... brillant!!
Best wishes,
Robert
exuding the power of your intentions! Brava Kate!
Sandie Angel :o)
serenade us!
your deep lady lol.......pax A
God Bless
Michelle~!