Liquid golden light #poetry #poem

I am liquid golden light
streaming through your winter-window
in an arc across
the canvas of the sky.

I am airbrush particulate of golden light
suspended in the air
aspirating here and there
the song of early spring.

I am golden light in shafts of summer
falling through a
Mediterranean garden
not my own.

I am the light you own
the light within
that’s yours to take
should you choose to receive it.

Liquid light
Particulate of light:
in shafts of gold I dance
free-form across the rainbow of your mind.

© Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved

Written for dVerse

Today, Mish is hosting Poetics, and has asked us to write from the perspective of a colour. I misread the prompt at first and wrote about a colour from my own perspective, then I had to change things around a bit. This was an interesting exercise and quite a challenging prompt!

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    1. I am growing more and more sensitive to the colours of light recently, maybe because I’ve moved around so much, I’m not sure. Thanks Björn!

  1. I would have been happy with the first stanza, a delicious hors d’oeuvre – and you’ve delivered a five-course feast, Ingrid! I love that golden light, whether liquid, airbrush particulate or shaft – it can dance free-form across the rainbow of my mind any time!

  2. The concept of golden light illuminating my every day, is glorious aura to be living in, and especially like the 2nd stanza…
    ” I am airbrush particulate of golden light
    suspended in the air
    aspirating here and there
    the song of early spring.”

  3. Oh my heart this is so beautiful! I love; “I am airbrush particulate of golden light suspended in the air aspirating here and there the song of early spring.”💝💝

  4. I really love this. The repetition is calming and there is a sense of offering and healing from the light. It resonates with me today as the sun decided to shine in it’s glory over our dumping of white snow. Beautiful, Ingrid.

    1. Thank you Mish. I didn’t realise the extent of freezing weather in North America until I saw the news this morning. I hope you are safe and warm!

  5. This is an exquisitely beautiful poem, Ingrid. The last verse is my favorite, where you bring in the whole spectrum of colors. “in shafts of gold I dance free-form across the rainbow of your mind” <3

    Wishing you an early spring and many sunny days! 🙂

  6. Your closing lines knocked me to my knees. As a photographer I love the “golden hour” in late afternoon and early evening. Everything you point your lens at has been photo-shopped by nature. Your words are invigorating and hopeful .

      1. So far no icicles in the house or on the pipes. But more controlled blackouts here today. Feel bad for my Aunt and friends in Texas. They have not had an easy go with the wind turbines freezing. Such a cold winter here! 🥶

  7. a truly en-lightened poem! You weave the gold sparkles in all their glory in every situation to remind us it’s within … and we can visit anytime!

    Great shot to illustrate your majestic words

    1. I need to remind myself sometimes! I’m pleased you liked the photo; I don’t know much about photography but coming from you I will take that as a compliment!

  8. A wonderful poem and take on the prompt. Golden light is so important in our life. It gives life to all of our creative dreams. Today the sun came out for the first time in about two weeks. It was wonderful. Well done Ingrid.

  9. This was lovely, Ingrid, and these lines in particular:

    I am the light you own
    the light within

    Really came out of nowhere for me – I loved how you took it to another level!

    -David

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