i didn’t see a faun, but–

i probably spent
too much time in wardrobes,
between fluffy fur coats,
searching for the door

into a land where only kids
and fantasy can enter, now

i’m waiting for the first snow,
after mourning california a while &

when we meet tonight,

i’ll tell you the quarterthousand stories,
carved in both my palms on sunny days &

if IWereAPainter, i would paint (so cliché)
the millionth sunset & we talk about
how foreign countries touch, tattoo
wondrous patterns on the soul, soak,
shape, confuse, embrace &

i fall silent, realize, i forgot
the other guests around us,

warm candles on my cheek
(so close, they almost singe
my hair), hushed clunk of dishes, dipped
in whispered conversation, music &

the little street lamp, deep inside
the winter forest throws a gentle light
on all the snow flakes dancing
in a crazy sparkling wonderland parade

.

well… i won’t promise you fauns, dwarfs and lions for 3pm EST at dVerse but surely loads of fantastic poetry from poets around the world.. my pleasure to tend the OpenLinkNight bar tonight…hope to see you later

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72 responses to “i didn’t see a faun, but–

  1. Claudia, this is so exquisite. Your ability to see, to create images astounds me. I so wish I could have added the California desert to your sunset collection…:0( Still regreting that…and still not 100%

  2. My Brothers and sisters and I to this day when we see a magical part of a country road or a strange burrow, will say, “Oh I bet we could get to Narnia from here!” Thanks for jog of memories Claudia. 🙂

  3. Oh this was every bit as delicious as Narnia. It’s true about tattoos of foreign lands. They define your time in different ways, more vivid, more sensuous, more historic – almost as though you were born in another place and time and the same as well. Did you get to be a Ranchero in California, find gold nuggets, race horses, meet movie stars, drink sunsets? I bet you did!

  4. smiles…love the narnia allusions in this…the escaping to a land far away and a bit of magic….smiles…and i imagine the friend listening to your story might think you escaped to there with you detail of all that you saw….i cant wait for snow!!!!

  5. I really liked this poem, Claudia. One of my favorites of yours in recent times…with all the Narnia / Wardrobe images as well as working in such interesting things as how foreign countries tattoo patterns on the soul! Indeed they do. Love the way you wove everything together into a seamless flow.

  6. “the little street lamp, deep inside
    the winter forest throws a gentle light
    on all the snow flakes dancing
    in a crazy sparkling wonderland parade”

    Now that’s a poem in a poem! Great, California misses you too!

  7. I bet where you are now at home feels a whole lot colder than California too. We had a few flakes flying around today. Our temps are -1 and dropping by the day now.
    Love the imagery in this.. the fantasy, the intimacy of forgetting others about you. Very romantic, dreamy. Lovely.

  8. Love the images here, Claudia. I always wished I could paint too…great lines…carved in both my palms on sunny days …. we talk about
    how foreign countries touch, tattoo
    wondrous patterns on the soul, soak,
    shape, confuse, embrace….I feel this way..foreign countries have left wonderful imprints on my soul. 🙂

  9. we talk about how foreign countries touch, tattoo wondrous patterns on the soul…..they do indeed! so aptly sums up what travel does, both in the real world and virtual..

  10. The Narnia aspects yes, quite good, but what I loved more was that moment when you realized you couldn’t take your partner with you just yet, when you “came back” to this subdued reality, still nursing the much richer world inside of you. Loved that!

  11. I was driving home today (in the snow) and couldn’t help from thinking how beautiful and mystical it makes everything look.

    a truly beautiful piece!

  12. Dreamy wonderful write Claudia – reading made me feel warm and contented.

    “…tattoo
    wondrous patterns on the soul,” – lovely!

    Anna :o]

  13. Claudia…you leave me breathless, following elegantly-placed phrases– your myriad of thoughts on a November evening. And my mind has traveled with you through each of these minutes.

    Happily, I DO love the snow–I mean I love READING about it–grin! OK?

    I could “live” on your blog page waiting daily for your beautiful postings.
    Thank you, Dear Peep!

  14. such a beauty, brings me dual memories, the snow flakes from my (now seemingly) short stay in vermont (snow flakes dancing in the sky) and the magic of the warmer weather ocean-near lands like california and (to me) texas –

    all wrapped in the wonder of how so many lands can do us so much good in so many different ways that yet, we recognize as something similiar –

    and you say it so beautifully 😉

  15. “how foreign countries touch, tattoo
    wondrous patterns on the soul, soak,
    shape, confuse, embrace &

    “i fall silent, realize, i forgot
    the other guests around us . . .”

    Golly Gee Wilikers! That’s as it should be!
    I wish you many such moments, wish
    the world many such poems that cleanse “the doors of perception”
    (from William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.)

  16. Yeah, I expected this to be magic — instead, it was a fantastic shot of your kitchen and your time back in Germany. Nice snap shot. Becareful not to burn that hair on your cheek. 🙂

  17. I love the snow falkes falling in light. Your last stanza really reminded me of home times. Very good. Finding beauty in the right light can cause the positive spin/outlook even on the bad. I don’t like the snow as much now.

  18. I’ve actually been in the same room with that wardrobe – It and the table where the Inklings sat and read to each other reside in Wheaton College outside of Chicago – have loved these writers for most my life. Beautiful poem, C, filled with your intimate moments. K

  19. Like my wife, you have a gypsy soul, love to travel, and it seems to add spice & color to the ink burned into your tender parts, those imagination tattoos, or even the three little ones you mostly hide in your lingerie. Like me, you stay in touch with the adolescent child of light there dwells within; so cool.

  20. Oh, I love this feeling (and these words):
    “soak,
    shape, confuse, embrace &
    i fall silent, realize, i forgot
    the other guests around us,
    warm candles on my cheek”

  21. Lovely write specially these lines:

    if IWereAPainter, i would paint (so cliché)
    the millionth sunset & we talk about
    how foreign countries touch, tattoo
    wondrous patterns on the soul, soak,
    shape, confuse, embrace

    I miss traveling now ~

  22. to get lost in the walk in wardrobe
    of someone elses attention:
    and to hold their imagination,
    as they hold
    your hand tightly. All around you
    can disband without notice or blink and you only hear their
    voice talking of dreams and other cliches
    because they love the way you think

    me too!

    cheers claudia 🙂

  23. Lovely! I sometinmes think you string words together so beautifully, it wouldn’t matter what the subject, I’d still love it. (Not that there is anything wrong with this subject.)

  24. I agree with Cressida.re:..the wistfulness…and I love the ‘little street lamp’ and the ‘hushed clunk of dishes,’, having forgotten the guests around you 😉

  25. You have a magical way, Claudia, of combining your wonderful, well guarded, childlike wonder with truly sophisticated observations…rare, and beautifully executed here :))

  26. A very pretty poem, Claudia – internal and external, different wonderlands. I am a great lover of fantasy and actually wrote one which I keep meaning to finally fully definitely edit and publish. (At this point it’s just a bit too long, I think.) But it’s a wonderful world and your adult edge on it very lovely. k.

  27. The closing stanza is so vivid Claudia… currently its been 34 degrees here during the day with 37 degrees predicted for tomorrow and friday, so a little sparkling snow made my evening!

  28. Wistful and whimsical, redolent of time and place remembered. And seasonal without resorting for a moment to the conventional imagery. Lovely piece, Claudia.

  29. You always weave such a nice tapestry of words…regardless of what goes on around us, it is the world that gets filtered into the mind that is the most interesting..we filter everything through our own perceptions and preconceived notions…thanks for thus delightful little glimpse into the land of the Claudia queen…

  30. Your description of dinner, with warm candlelight, muted sounds of service, music and conversation, the snow-flaked view of early winter, was so poignant, so real, that I could easily drift into your memory. Lovely.

  31. I love it! So lost between the fur coats n what a door. So whimsical. Like I said before, I want to have coffee with you cause I know it would be a good time! And great conversation….come visit me when you are in the states next time, I’m so serious bout that. 🙂 ! Lovin your poetry.