The Pause Between

[qimissung]

I ransack the attic in my brain
Searching for a snippet of lace
a cast-off lamp
a bolt of cloth that is, if I remember,
patterned with yellow tulips and
a gypsy melody
I find, too, a swath of seabreeze
billowing on the foamy waves,
a blazing fire to paint sunshine on my palms,
the pause between the thunder and the lightening
and the feeling of rain on the roof
just as I'm leaving, I spot them,
an endearment and a smile from the one I love;
inspired, I wipe a dusty cobweb from my face and
quickly fill my box: a lissom fairy, all in green,
a catkin and a little princess to sit upon a shelf
a pair of similes and
a dozen fresh washed metaphors, smelling
like sheets drying in the sun
satisfied, I raise my arms,
trace a lacy ballet to claire de lune
all pas de deux to their proper places,
adornment for this,
a room of my own

[Lokasenna]

Very thought provoking - I particularly like your 'dozen fresh washed metaphors.' Its an image that stands out with great force!

[ampoule]

I love this quimmi. I love attics, no matter where they are. That dozen fresh washed metaphors really socked it to me.

[PrinceMyshkin]

"a room of your own," indeed and how happily you occupy it, how full it is of so many attractive things!

[qimissung]

Thank you, Lokasenna, ampoule, and Prince.

[a_little_wisp]

The attic of your brain sounds lovely. I don't know if we're on the same page, but I too often rely on pieces of my childhood to apply to my writing or poetry - it makes up such a large part of who I am. That's what it brought back for me. Thank you for writing this- it's so beautiful!

[qimissung]

I love this quimmi. I love attics, no matter where they are. That dozen fresh washed metaphors really socked it to me.

I love attics, too, ampoule, although I haven't been in all that many; so maybe it's more accurate to say that I love the idea of them! I always thought it was sad when houses no longer had "lumber" rooms like I used to read about in English childrens' books.

[qimissung]

The attic of your brain sounds lovely. I don't know if we're on the same page, but I too often rely on pieces of my childhood to apply to my writing or poetry - it makes up such a large part of who I am. That's what it brought back for me. Thank you for writing this- it's so beautiful!

Thank you, wisp. The idea for this was to write about things in my imagination or subconscious that made their way into my writing, and that "the room of my own" where I would write was my brain. I don't like to impose my ideas on readers', but I wonder if that idea is coming through at all?

Anyway, as I wrote I "decorated" it with whimsical things, which are the things I love the very best, so, yes, wisp, I think we are on the same page, you are spot-on!

[~Sophia~]

Hey Qim! A good muse is so hard to find, now that you have her, hang on tight.

If she gives you this


a lissom fairy, all in green,
a catkin and a little princess to sit upon a shelf
a pair of similes and
a dozen fresh washed metaphors, smelling
like sheets drying in the sun
satisfied, I raise my arms,
trace a lacy ballet to claire de lune
all pas de deux to their proper places,
adornment for this,
a room of my own

she's worth her weight in gold!

[zanna]

Wow, I really enjoyed this! Thanks for sharing; it's a treat to read good poetry, since all the bits I write for myself are rubbish! =D