Immersed

The music has the cadence
of a wind’s caress;
it conjures up a far-flung sea,
where blues fluoresce,
salty waters lap endlessly
on fragments of ancient
Persian tribes, inhabited
by turtles, gulls and terns.
It carries an echo of stories,
the creak of a wardrobe
door to a magical world,
a princely name from childhood
fantasy. Dust and disquiet,
drum beat and euphony,
one note evolves into polyphony,
floating in Caspian’s deep ocean.
Blue light from the stage permeates darkness.
My ears fill with colour. I’m almost weightless.

Kim M. Russell, 25th April 2025

Today is the final Friday, the 25th day NaPoWriMo, and the daily resource is the online galleries of the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya, one of India’s foremost museums.

Our optional prompt is inspired by Evie Shockley’s poem, ‘senzo’, which recounts the experience of being at a live concert, relating it to the act of writing poetry.

Our challenge is to write poems about our own experiences of hearing live music. The last time I went to a gig was about ten years ago, to see Caspian. I’ve reworked a poem I wrote back then.

8 thoughts on “Immersed

    1. Thank you, Rosemary, and I’m so glad you listened to the track. Their music is ambient instrumental, although one recent song has vocals. They are amazing live; I’ve seen them once in Delft, in Holland, and once in Brighton, while my husband, who knows them, has been to America, various venues in Europe and London to their gigs. I wish they were better known.

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