Mysterious, haunting...and somewhat eerie...
I get very strong visual and sound imagery with your words...
It must be my Scandanavian roots coming through...
I loved this....
Diana....
I can't picture what a kantele sounds like, but I can picture a Native American flute being played to match the emotion and aura of the seaside image in the poem. Sadly haunting, yet eerily comforting.
You have brought back wonderful memories. My mother played the kantele. Both of my parents were from Finland. I can still hear the kantele's music dancing across a lake after sauna. So beautiful!!! Norway rocks!!
I get very strong visual and sound imagery with your words...
It must be my Scandanavian roots coming through...
I loved this....
Diana....
Ron
Love ya!
Jane