Here is a nonet I wrote yesterday with nine syllables in the first line and one in the ninth. The photos are old but from the heart and slightly mercurial.
Mercurial
Nine is the times you cried for my love.
Eight times I said no and cried back.
Seven was not even when
six came down to feisty
five, then mercurial
four: which is when
three minus
two left
one.
Mercury Coast (actually it’s Costa d’Argento).A hand by Niki de Saint Phalle in Tuscany.Ljubljana dressed for Christmas.Just a moon and not even of Mercury.What she said. Perpetuum Jazzile in Ljubljana in 2017.
A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.
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16 thoughts on “Mercurial”
Love the poem, it was simple but held a wealth of emotion
Your poem beautifully uses the form to illustrate your story. Well done! And I’m swept away by your photos, particularly the feature photo of the Mercury Coast. Beautiful!
Thank you, Carol Ann. That southern shore of Tuscany where I live is officially called Costa d’Argento, Silver Coast. I’m so glad that you like both the poem and the photos.
Wow, what a beautiful poem ~ so emotional and artistic… matches the wonderful photo as well. The best photos are often old but as you say if they come from the heart, and slightly mercurial, they are that much more special.
And I really like your new profile photo ~ awesome 🙂
An Embarrassment of Riches 
Love the poem, it was simple but held a wealth of emotion
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Thank you, Not Pam. 🙂 I’m glad that the emotion comes through loud and clear.
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Old but feel new and fresh.
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Thank you, Bojana. Good to hear (only the photos were old. The poem was written now).
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So I figured.
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Moons and hands…what could be better? (K)
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Thank you, K. 🙂 They do go together well.
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That sparkling hand in Tuscany is very cool!
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Thank you, Aimer. It’s a part of Il giardino dei tarocchi, The Tarot Garden, a splendid place.
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Your poem beautifully uses the form to illustrate your story. Well done! And I’m swept away by your photos, particularly the feature photo of the Mercury Coast. Beautiful!
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Thank you, Carol Ann. That southern shore of Tuscany where I live is officially called Costa d’Argento, Silver Coast. I’m so glad that you like both the poem and the photos.
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Wow, what a beautiful poem ~ so emotional and artistic… matches the wonderful photo as well. The best photos are often old but as you say if they come from the heart, and slightly mercurial, they are that much more special.
And I really like your new profile photo ~ awesome 🙂
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Ahh, how lovely, thank you kindly, Dalo! 🙂 I like it the most when everything comes together just right with minimum effort in selection.
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Loving the emotion in this bittersweet and beautiful poem!
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Thank you kindly, Jaya. 🙂 Bittersweet is the way of the world, especially nowadays… Always welcome back.
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A gorgeous curation of poem and image. Beautiful and with just the right amount of held-backness 🙂
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