Friday, July 8, 2011

Friday Poetically: When the Bow man comes A-round


bow man, draw those strings
sing my heart of those that fade
images at the edge of the page
shades of where i been---

bow man draw those strings
set memories to dance
perchance before the chimes
strike the end of time----

bow man, bow man
don't let them slip away---

across the face of the sun
hands move marking minutes
til time sets on the horizon
her eyes on only him, dapper
the day they said always
king & queen proud on the
check-ered floor, chess board,
unaware the game only ends
when the king is no more---

bow man, draw those strings
untangle this knotted skein...

The Bow man, under bowler, cat-gutting the strings, draws memories on the back of mental match books, as he pumps from corner coffee house speakers. Another time, another space. I watch her, woman in the window, still sparkling upturned crease of her lips as she sips tea, eyes out/side the panes. The parchment in which she is now draped, is etched with the story of life, loves, loss--carried on. She is alone, her long fingers caress a delicate cup, string and tab dangling o'er the side, whileIi lyrically poeti-sighs.

Until, spell broken, eyes, hers, rise finding mine, an awkward moment filling the generations between us, as she lay rulers end to end to find the length of mine own soul, before crossing the divide.

"Can I see?"

"Yes," my paper already in her tapers, I watch as she fiddles these words, between fingerprints left, incomplete whorls and thoughts.

"I thought I was the only one that could still see him," wind circles my face, across shoulders then descends as a retreating army down my back, slow, cold, exhausted, discarding the unessential in road side ditches.

Mercy, mercy, they call to their pursuers, then gone, as is she, no longer standing by my table, door swinging closed, room a bit empty in her passing. The last few lines spill from my pen and before the next song begins and I slip back into the shadows of days end. My verse, two round coins jangling in my pocket, for when it is my turn to meet the bow man.

Perhaps to convince him to play me one more song.

Over at Friday Poetically, I challenged everyone to be inspired by the magical art of Bonnie from Original Art Studio. The image above is just one of several she allowed us to use. Check them out and write your own.

67 comments:

Who Is Afraid Of Miss Lovett? No, Mrs.Lovett... said...

Hi! Brian...
deedee...
Have a great week-end...

rosaria said...

I'll enjoy your interpretation through and through, Brian, instead of attempting something myself. You have a most remarkable gene, to create from any prompt, to react to any piece put in front of you.
In an Iron Poet contest, you'd chop everyone else!

ds said...

Hang onto those coins, you will not be meeting the Bow Man anytime soon. There's much more in you, much more...
Thank you for this. I agree with rosaria.

Titanium said...

This one finesses the heart strings well, playing to the ghosts of the lost years and to the memory of things not yet experienced.

I can hear that fiddler even now, thanks to your words.

Who Is Afraid Of Miss Lovett? No, Mrs.Lovett... said...

"king & queen proud on the
check-ered floor, chess board,
unaware the game only ends
when the king is no more---"


...and your poem is sad, yet beautiful too!
The words that comes to mind are:friday,poetically,
death,loss,memories,aging,
bow,man,brian,poet,future,concern,
and reflection on ones life.

Thanks, for sharing the image too...because it compliments your poetic words very nicely, if I may say so...deedee ;-D

Help! Mama Remote... said...

I was looking at this picture thinking I read the post & realized I read your article on one stop poetry.
I'm picturing a 1920's tavern scene(I'm sure I'm far off with the year)

Bonnie said...

Oh Brian - what a master you are - weaving poetry and prose, one story from beyond that marries with one in the now ... My image needs to work very hard to rise to the grandeur of your words.

Heaven said...

I am looking at the beautiful picture while reading your prose. I am amazed at what your inner eye can see with the picture prompt. Like I went into a time warp and saw the bow man, and the woman.

I like these lines (I am picturing it in my mind):
Until, spell broken, eyes, hers, rise finding mine, an awkward moment filling the generations between us, as she lay rulers end to end to find the length of mine own soul, before crossing the divide.

Thanks for sharing this~ (All the pictures are lovely - but I would rather stare at them than write about them :-))

LadyCat said...

Wish the skein didn't have to become so knotted.

Rebecca S. said...

I think your verses go very well with the picture - you captured something dreamlike and evocative. I really like the verse about the wind retreating down your back, discarding unessentials in the roadside ditch.

Steve E said...

Well, the scene is the same whether year 1, or year 2001... History and mystery change--NEVER!

Miss Lovett wrote my comment, again, in much finer expressiveness
than ever I might.

BRIAN, your writing just seems more mature than I'm remembering, as if you've been 'holding back'. This is award-winning stuff, Sir.

And yesss, I knew right off you were not writing about a violin player--grinnnn!

I'll pick ONE of the many word-phrases I'm loving here:

"bow man draw those strings
set memories to dance
perchance before the chimes
strike the end of time----"

HA! I bet you KNEW I'd like that, Brian...because I too, as you, will draw that bow, until the clock chimes strike...

This is a GREAT post!
PEACE!

Alexander Field said...

You are crazy prolific man, and this is great stuff...

Pat Hatt said...

"cat-gutting the strings" you say
Are you trying to cause me dismay..LOL

What a write that was
More than a few coins should be charged just because
The bow man would only play hey diddle diddle
On his worn out fiddle
If it weren't for your words bringing him to life
Just don't really gut cats or you'll cause strife..haha

Steve E said...

BTW...it matters not in the least, but the gut used in violin/fiddle strings is 'sheep-gut'. Cat-gut just didn't make the gig audition.
Never

AmyLK said...

It is a beautiful image! And your prose is a lovely match to it. Have a wonderful weekend!

tarunima said...

wow! You have an amazing insight!
You took me right to the scene!
excellent post...:)

Sue said...

I love when you lyrically poeti-sigh.

=)

(Now we can all see him, too...)

Eva Gallant said...

Sometimes, like to day, it's a thrill to read your words.

Fred said...

Brian, liked how you structured this. The poem/song building up then giving way to the well-crafted prose. A thoroughly good read. One of these days I'm gonna have to get in on one of these prompts. You seem to have a lot of fun doing them. Perhaps next go round for me

Vicky said...

Wow, i knew I wouldn't be disappointed- Bonnie's inspired art and your words really do create a synergy that elevates both to the most creative form! Well done!

hedgewitch said...

Amazing tale, Brian--the poem's like a song and the narrative is good as any novel in detail and depth. I can see the tapers of her fingers...the coins for your eyes--the bow man, the scythe man, checkmated king--I think you've had a taste of my dream meds, my freind--FB was supposed to lock those up. ;_)

Natasha said...

Fantastic! Brilliant! Compelling! Yay! I love this! We have an old ship builders home in the area, and they claim when storms come up over the bay, you can hear the sound of his violin...your bowman makes me think of him. I fell in love with the image as soon as I saw it, and feel less than worthy after reading this piece!Love the conversational appeal as well. I could go on and on here, but I think I'm safe in letting your work speak for itself! Off to lunch! lol

Hilary said...

When Bonnie said that you were writing a poem inspired by her artwork, I knew it would be wonderful.. and it is. You two make a great team. I'm sure an encore will be in order sometime down the road.

Heather said...

oooh - great words and great art....they really pair well together!!!! have a great weekend!!! :)

beccagivens said...

Amazing photo, and awesome interpretation ... mesmerized till the end. Bravo!

trisha said...

fabulous. your stories always spring to life from words in screen.

C Rose said...

I love where this prompt took you. Wonderful write Brian ~ Rose

California Girl said...

when is your poetry book going to be published?

Claudia said...

brian - this was magical..i feel like i'm in trance after reading this..
..as she lay rulers end to end to find the length of mine own soul, before crossing the divide...shivers...
"I thought I was the only one that could still see him"...more shivers - seems like your pen has turned into a magic wand..

Tina said...

Just plain lovely. Loneliness, aching emptiness, the wail of a violin...your piece sings to my soul. Brilliant.
Tina @ Life is Good

Ed Pilolla said...

i especially like the cadence with the bow man in the first chunk of the story. you hook the reader so effortlessly with your mythical images and drumbeat pace. have a great weekend, buddy.

She Writes said...

An interesting take. I like that you still see and so did she!

Magpie said...

How do you see so much? Your mind is so creative. Have a wonderful weekend.

Helena White said...

Great interpretation!...Love this Brian

haikulovesongs said...

oooh! i love this, Brian! wonderful combination of the poetry and prose to form a wistful, haunting story. really amazing! d ♥

Henry Clemmons said...

It def has ur stamp of excellence. It sings, reads like superb prose, and excellnt use of the painting.

happygirl said...

You see. You REALLY see and find the words to describe the view. Love the interpretation of the image. You are a master.

tracy said...

Brian, that is really awesome! A little bit o' rhyme, a little bit o' prose. Every time you said "bow man" all I could think of was that Carole King song, "Jazz Man". :-) Then you used the word "fiddle" and it made me smile. How do you do that when this has SO not been a smiling kind of day? Have a super weekend!

Daniel said...

Kind of a wistful, melancholy set today. Stirs my mind and makes me look ahead to what I am not ready to see.

Steve Isaak said...

Exemplary work.

Mama Zen said...

This is magic, Brian.

Vicki Lane said...

A wonderful image and you spun a whole universe from it. Well done, as always!

lori said...

So good. I was caught up in the picture with you, with all the characters in this paint-play. It had such a fantasy meets reality kind of feel. That's not a great description, but I'm struggling to find the right words. I do know I liked it much.

Oh, and 'poeti-sighs', love when you do this to words, love it :)

Tara Miller said...

Fantastic! Bonnie, this is a beautiful work of art and your writing just brought it to life, my love. One of my favorite lines is: across the face of the sun
hands move marking minutes
til time sets on the horizon
her eyes on only him, dapper
the day they said always
king & queen proud on the
check-ered floor, chess board,
unaware the game only ends
when the king is no more---

beautiful and sad all at the same time.

Lolamouse said...

Wow. Great mingling of poem and prose. Kind of like a ghostly love story. Matched the ethereal picture exquisitely. Will miss you at OSP but thank you so much for all of the hard work you've put into it.

Margie said...

I had an uncle that played the fiddle and how I loved listening to his beautiful music!
And I loved reading this wonderful piece.


Margie :)

Sheila Moore said...

a time-warp tale - nice weaving of so many different attributes. like the photo, your story left my thoughts spinning.

Bernie said...

It is an honor to come here and read your fabulous words, this one is really special.....:-)Hugs

adeeyoyo said...

To me this has such a dream-like quality, musings, almost that feeling before you nod off. Lovely... Brian... bless you.

Dave King said...

This is brim full of good things, equally compelling as verse and prose poetry. I've read it a couple of times now, shall read it again. I think this one will last with me. Excellent.

Valerie said...

Pictures seldom cause creativeness in me but you have the knack of defining every section in your mind's eye. Wonderful.

SueAnn said...

When the words on the page run out...I bet I might ask for one more song by the bow man myself!
May you have a wonderful weekend!
Hugs
SueAnn
I loved this one very much! So much to see!! So much to hear!!

budh.aaah said...

There is so much depth...always here Brian, which manages to strum one string or the other perfectly for me. Oh and there are times...

Louise said...

wow..I'd struggle to write anything as good as this. Fantastic Brian! Loved how your words fit the evocativeness of the picture.

Ocean Girl said...

wow only you can match a challenge like that. i can't even give a good comment. i need a challenge but i am not in this league.

Corinna said...

you're a gifted writer. beautiful. (p.s. thank you for being my faithful, vocal, fan...it means a lot to read your comments. i rarely leave comments any more, but i love your work. just wanted to make sure you knew that.)

... Paige said...

to put it simply . musical

Mona said...

The picture writing season must be around. jason has one up on his blog with prizes from Amazon for the winners.

I love the song!

secret agent woman said...

Music is so evocative - reminds me of the melancholy in the song "Piano Man."

Josh Hoyt said...

This is wonderful and very creative. Great job!

un-speackable love 2 said...

outstanding i stand speechless great work loved it :)

ayala said...

Brian, this is brilliant.
:)

Mrsupole said...

You truly do see.

Great work here. I hope this is printed out to put on the back of the picture. They now belong together.

God bless.

Syd said...

I am not ready to meet the bowman yet. But I hear the song in the distance.

Jess Mistress of Mischief said...

lyrical!

Goofball said...

i didn't get it, I'm afraid

Isabel said...

great!