Reflections with Iris

Between guttural growls of the engine,
as Sussex melts into a fog of green and brown,
I hear silence,
then my memories run like watercolour on paper.
A different world of mystery long held in secret
unfolds on recollected pages of a child’s treasure
as musicians strike a tempo ushering images
of Eastern mountain mist
cloaking my vision till all I can see is a girl in a conical hat,
a lithe dragon, and a single silver tear.
A call of female feeling spins into silk
wrapping imagination in gossamer layers through splintered reveals
as a hundred horses charge headlong over meandering tarmac.
But I feel my watercolour dreams reborn in the symphony’s cocoon
with its jagged orography and arboreous edges,
and scales writhing like dragon’s skin.
Musicians and soprano build a great wall of sound to its peak
then crash down in tempestuous tumult
scattering my mind-fogged memories
with a swish of a tail
until the images fade like trees in the mist.
Then the music and motor stop.

Malek Montag
Rochester,
Kent
2015

Unplaced entry to BBC Proms competition, 2015, inspired by Qigang Chen’s Iris Dévoilée performed 29th July 2015 at The Royal Albert Hall.

About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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