For the eleventh day of the June challenge, I attempted a calming poetic interpretation of William Gillock’s lovely piano work “Fountain in the Rain”. My sister used to play this when I was young, and the imagery I inspire from the melody has always given me nostalgic feelings.
A lovely recording: https://youtu.be/Bv7cNhKsTvw
Fountain in the Rain 11/6/21
a semblance of water purling at the base of marble curves
lightly, softly, as if droplets be kisses and the pavement its delicate lover
and then the skies perk and open further
perhaps a glint of warmth would accompany the feeling,
for though the water is gelid, its attitude is becoming
somewhere little daffodils huddle down like infants in their cribs,
the gentle hum of the atmosphere growing brighter as their eyes become sleepy,
drinking their fill from the skies and smiling as they do.
but for now we leave that pleasant flowery dream
the downpour jets its way into a polished basin
achieving such velocity that each drop connects with a glint of copper at the bottom,
for be it not a wishing well,
but how a passer-by does love to be rid of his coins in some opportune place.
a gentle, faraway bellow echoes in the sky,
once, twice, thrice
as if the sky is laughing at its own fickleness
the clouds are tired now, and gentleness returns
for a moment, all is still and no droplets can be seen in the air
but the gentle pool still dances somewhat
an onlooker takes note of the sky, growing pink in the summer dusk
and then walks, leaving that fountain to its own devices
so no one sees that marble smile to itself as the rain slowly stops
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