Last night I was invited to a delightful dinner party hosted at the Hawks' Club in Cambridge. My 'frock' received her due compliments, but I was also teased for not providing the night with la poesia. I soaked in the ambience surreptitiously, and on my return home, wrote this for Juliet, the birthday girl, whom we discovered was pregnant ... suddenly voluptuous figures abounded and sheepish hands were cupped around their own unnamed, special birthday gifts.
We, the twenty-three of us,
sit, among the candles;
our faces lit,
we bring ourselves to be
your birthday gift.
But beyond our smiles
and familiar faces,
still to come
are other graces -
unknown guests, unborn yet,
surely, birthday next,
they shall fill their places.
quote on postcard from Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery, "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
the new blog image is great :) but i'll miss seeing your sketched locks
ReplyDeleteGood morning Shaista. The loveliness of this poem-thought has made me feel like I am number "twenty-four" at the gathering
ReplyDeleteWhat a pretty poem! You are inspiring me to write poetry again!! We'll see...:)
ReplyDeleteOh, I forgot to say I love The Little Prince!
ReplyDeleteLovely piece, Shaista. And I love your charming new Little Price look over here!
ReplyDeleteDelightful Indeed.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the happy mood.
Oh, I love your writing style!
ReplyDeleteAnd the Antoine de Saint-Exupery quote is one of my all time faves.
This post is a delight.
That was lovely - and I like the new image on your blog! x
ReplyDeleteIt's funny, I just ook that quote down the other week. And you have just picked up Mahmoud. Gears, gears! One goes up and the other goes down. :-)
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Love poem indeed!
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