The Lady and Her Mandolin

09 Apr


The Lady and Her Mandolin


The mandolin played softly

from the room beneath my

bed, the melody matched the

moonlight dancing on the

prisms hanging in my window,

yellows, blues and reds.  The

lady plays over and over,

thrumming aimlessly, as the night

breeze takes the harmony over the

cliff falling gently into the sea.


In her room decorated with blue

butterflies cascading along tawny

silk, lying upon sheets white as milk.

her skin glistening, motionless, her

eyes like a cobalt sky, she never leaves

her room, I always wonder why. When

the crimson sky grows darker and there

is nothing left but time, I go sit down

beside her pouring Brandywine.  Soon

the stars will shatter, rockets will soar;

I lay in a sea of saffron scent, my hunger

spent, and then she slowly begin her

aimlessly thrumming once more.







thBPHSKA15“Life is short, live it. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it.”



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7 responses to “The Lady and Her Mandolin

  1. Louisa

    April 9, 2016 at 8:36 am

    I love this, it conjures lovely images.

    Liked by 1 person

    • elizabeth ann johnson-murphree

      April 9, 2016 at 3:58 pm

      Thank you, one most different than others I have written. E

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      • Louisa

        April 9, 2016 at 5:11 pm

        Yes, it was different, I enjoyed reading.
        I love Mandolins and I could almost here one.

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  2. poetlou

    April 9, 2016 at 4:31 pm

    you have taken me into a world of dreams and beauty

    Liked by 1 person

  3. sedge808

    April 10, 2016 at 4:48 am

    ‘I lay in a sea of saffron scent, my hunger’

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  4. jackcollier7

    April 10, 2016 at 7:28 am

    Colours…. so clever, why don’t I ever think of brilliant stuff like that? kudos…

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