Monday, 5 February 2024

One Poem by Terrence Sykes

 



PRAGUE SYMPHONY

 

 

Prelude

 

beech forests  

poplar meadows 

chestnut groves

dusty roads slice fallowed fields

birch embroidering streams

through fog & mist

amongst the stars

almond & apricot lanterns

paper mâché poppy   cosmos

cling upon & amongst

planets & moons

beyond

 

below

descent & ascent

confined by rail slats

lullabied & cradled

alone along  

the Elbe

river valley

dirt to stone to asphalt

steel sparks smoke

window bound

on the overnight

Dresden - Prague train

 

 

Adagio

 

turmeric & ginger

copper early dusk

along the Vltava

 

faded rose moon

reluctantly tendrils across

ashened stars

 

autumn cicada

murmur & chant

cluttered linden grove

 

ancient medlar

merely staging

poetic lament

 

amongst  branches

longing  nightingale

I remember sky

 


Scherzo

 

up in the old hotel

an uncharted country

nightingale sings amongst the garden

 

Vltava waters flow

in silent repose

night photographer waits

 

stagnant crepuscular air

drags that indigo sky

through naked branches

 

upon staved river bank

following shadowed sun

meandering to awaiting sea

 

 

Coda

 

prayed then ushered

out of the church

by that impatient priest

he must have hungered

not for the bread of life

but hearty manna

finding refuge in a small café

 

to ease my thirst & famish

mystery on every street

shadows beckoned me

lost upon these streets

just another wayward soul

darkness & snow descend

as I cross the Vltava



Terrence Sykes was born and raised in the rural coal mining area of Virginia.  This isolation brings the theme of remembrance to his creations, whether real or imagined .  Other interests include cooking, gardening ,heirloom vegetable research & foraging wild edibles.  His poetry - photography - flash fiction has been published in Bangladesh ,Canada, Ireland , India, Mauritius, Pakistan, Scotland, Spain and the USA.


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