“A Dinner Table at Night” — by: John Singer Sargent
Solitaire
immersed in pleasured chatter
bursts of heightened laughter
in the ringing clank of crystal
of silver on fine china
crisp bustle of starched service
lush rustle of satin’d lace
aglow in silken’d candlelight
caressed by gentle strains
wafts of sweet Bordeaux
heady fragrance of cut orchids
midst soft din and dance of mirth
I gaze upon your empty face
and see there in your hollow eyes
our game is solitaire
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2012
Nicely done, Rob!
Beautifully done, yet so sad.
I need new glass and wrote about a “drummer”…
such good use of bustle and rustle in this …and so many other lines to savour. Thankyou.
He doesn’t think so, but I agree with you. It’s over.
You wrote this so vividly I could hear, and see this poem unfold as i continued to reading
The ambiance well captured.
Quite a realization. Could really ruin a night. Or free it, I guess.
Shades of lovely Longfellow here…very nice Rob…
Solitaire is such a lonely game. This is lovely.
=)
This is very sensual – but so sad too.
Oh and I could see that too! Very nice piece!
Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight … lyrics from that Roy Orbison song from long ago. Your Mag made me think of that.
Oh wow. What a strong closing:
“I gaze upon your empty face
and see there in your hollow eyes
our game is solitaire”
I love that last line. Exellent.