swept away

Ahhh l’amour. This new poem attempts to create that sense of being “swept away” in the throes of love.

Or better yet, use the power of art to inspire those passionate feelings. All wrapped up in the soft imagery of “clair de lune,” the French word for “moonlight.”

In this case, I am having a little fun alluding to Paul Verlaine’s 1869 poem “Clair de Lune” that inspired composer Claude Debussy’s gentle third movement of The Suite bergamasque (“Clair de Lune”).

If you have some spare time, check out these links to the poem and piano piece. Gorgeous. Maybe even listen to “Clair de Lune” while reading the poem – that (for me at least) is a very special connection.

Please let me know in the Comments (below) how you experienced this poem. How did it make you feel? Were you, in fact, swept away?

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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swept away

swept away by “Clair de Lune”

a gentle tide that washes the hillside

in moonlight soft, in lavender perfumed

caresses, love confesses nothing but

echoes of Verlaine refrained off our skin,

birdsong paused in ecstasy, so as not

to contend with the beauty of this night,

perfection in minor key, the subtlety

made replete in the adept embouchure

of our kiss, our bliss risqué, moonshade bathed

blushed in the soul flush of these tactile waves

swept away by “Clair de Lune”