Stepped Up Conversation

Ethiopia11 DvoraFreedman

Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

What did she want in that bottle?

What did the store owner allow?

Did her friend understand why it mattered

And how?

Did her own yellow sandals

That fit only sort of

Used to hang in the window

In a bag from above?

What words did they exchange?

Did the girl smile or sigh?

I look at this photo and wonder

What she had asked to buy.

 

 

For V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #10: Conversation

 

Musical Muse

saxophone bridge SmadarHalperinEpshtein

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

They emerge deep at night

To play tunes out of sight

Giants, trolls, hoards of sprites

To the bridge they alight

Where they’ll sing till first light.

If you listen, you might

Catch a tune fleeting bright

Ode to sax stuck upright.

 

 

For the A Photo A Week Challenge: Music

 

Fields of Gold

Golan. Osnat Barlev

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Fields of Gold

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love among the fields of barley?
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley.
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left we’ll walk in fields of gold
We’ll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold, when we walked in fields of gold

(Songwriters: Dannii Minogue, Gordon Summer, Henrik Johan Korpi, Karen Poole, Mathias Johanson)

Here’s the version as sang by Sting in 1993:

And one of my favorite renditions by Eva Cassidy (RIP, Eva, your music goes on):

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Field