The Secret of a Hand Fan #poem #prose poem #poetry

I am here.
I am in the breeze that dries the evening’s sweat from your chest.
I pray covered by petals of fresh roses.
I can smell you: scents of burning suns, oranges, and battered seas.
Hallucinations of an acoustic guitar. Its body shape melts under your fingers like candy on the tongue of a little girl.
You and me running barefoot on cobblestone streets.
The rim of my red dress torn.
Against cracked walls the same night plays with our dreams over and over again like children play with colored kites.
You didn’t think I would come back.
Well, I did.
The secret of a blue hand fan slides on my rosy cheek.
The moon undresses the wings of an angel.
I smile.

@short-prose-fiction(Gabriela M)

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87 thoughts on “The Secret of a Hand Fan #poem #prose poem #poetry

    1. My Dearest Joni, I am humbled by your comment. Thank you so much. I am thrilled you liked that line.
      Hugs
      Gabriela

       
      1. Thank you for sharing your beautiful words too. Joni. May your weekend be beautiful.

         
    1. Aw, Bo.. thank you so much for your beautiful words. .
      There is some kind of symbolism attributed to how a women uses a hand fan. I do not know if it’s true 🙂
      Enjoy your afternoon. Hugs to B.

       
  1. Le secret des éventails bleus traverse l’espace dans sa virginité originelle , un des rares mystères à n’avoir pas succombé au harcèlement.Sa grâce fait rosir la joue d’une larme sacrée des guitares sèches,

     
    1. Oh, thank you so much for the beautiful rose. I can smell its delicate scent. You made my afternoon more beautiful.

       
  2. Gabriela, I really loved the images you created in this poem, from the battered sea to the kites to the hallucinations of an acoustic guitar…beautiful verses with great meaning. I felt it.
    All the best to you,
    FBC

     
    1. Francisco I am humbled by the praise and absolutely thrilled that you can feel this poem.
      Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity and your support. They mean a lot to me.

       
  3. Oh Gabriela, the secret of a blue hand fan… somehow it seems like the secret of you. Your imagery that is so warm, sensual, fragrant (oranges) lush…. shapely (an acoustic guitar), steeped in timeless love
    “Against cracked walls the same night plays with our dreams over and over again like children play with colored kites.”

    Another truly truly wonderful gem dear friend. Thank you once again for transporting me ❤️💫🌎🌸🌺☕️💝

     
    1. My dearest Rachel,

      This put a smile on my face “the secret of a blue hand fan… somehow it seems like the secret of you.”
      Thank you for your beautiful words Rachel. I do not know about my poem but I know you are a real gem. And I am blessed to have you as a friend here.
      lots of love and hugs to you my fabulous Rachel.

       
  4. You leave me breathless Gabriela…. On the gentle breeze of a fan, wafting lovely scents of roses and oranges, and running barefoot on cobblestones in a red torn dress….. wow… gorgeously vivid imagery, flowing along with a joyful rhythm, along beautifully constructed lines……. You’ve brought my quiet day to life…… xx

     
    1. Oh, Ivor those are beautiful words. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
      “You’ve brought my quiet day to life.” You left me breathless here. I can write a poem like this every day if this is what brings your days to life.
      Ivor, I wish you and your family the best in 2020. May you have plenty of beauty, health, and accomplishments.
      Gabriela

       
    1. I am so glad my words made you think at your grandchildren. You comment made my writing special. Thank you.
      May you and your entire family have a beautiful 2020.
      G.

       
    1. Perhaps you are 🙂 Thank you so much for your kind words, Ash. may your talent shine again and again in 2020.

       

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