I still see music (though
I doubt others can) when
she sticks her tongue out,
that playful wit flickering
just behind her eyes
as she impishly invites me
to join her by the fire.
Before, I went through life
in shadows trying to make
as little noise as possible,
but she lit a spark inside me.
Now flames flutter in rhythm
to the kindred tune rustling
between my melting ears,
at home in the
boisterous warmth —
she makes faces
just for me.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Written for the dVerse Open Link Night #303 using Fandango’s One Word Challenge (music), Word of the Day Challenge (wit), and Brave & Reckless Daily Writing Prompt (kindred).
Often Mumbled Musings 
This is adorable. Love.
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“she sticks her tongue out,
that playful wit flickering
just behind her eyes
as she impishly invites me
to join her by the fire”
“Now flames flutter in rhythm
to the kindred tune rustling
between my melting ears” … I love the concept of “now-flames” … as in, living in the now, embracing the moment as it is, and letting it burn.
“she makes faces
just for me” … precious
I hope this is innocent and about a child you treasure. ❤
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So wonderful. My favorite lines are: ‘Now flames flutter in rhythm
to the kindred tune rustling
between my melting ears,’
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You grabbed me with the synesthesia of the opening quatrain & carried me through with the fine, delicate but revealing imagery in the balance of this fine poem. Thanks.
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Sound like they’re making beautiful music together.
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‘but she lit a spark inside me’ – some special people can do that 🙂
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“at home in the
boisterous warmth —
she makes faces
just for me.”
Like repeated encores for an audience of one.
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Phillip,
The playfulness in the imagery of music and flames (and faces!) subtly develops the love and passion undergirding it. Beautifully love poem.
pax,
dora
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Love this! As I read, unconsciously found myself substituting “he / his” for her. Cheers.
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“that playful wit flickering” — so nice upon the mind’s tongue and lips —
nicely writ and full of, dare I say, spark.
~peace, Jason
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An impish invite to a flame. Some caution required I should think?
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