One Night in Weligama

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One Night in Weligama


Above me was a cocoanut palm crowns dark silhouetteLike a
blackened starburst, with edges frayed
And rippling in the evening breeze,

Framed by the darkness of an angry monsoon sky,


Where distant clouds hurried toward the hills


Like iron towards a magnet.


Behind them stars were bright,


But their light, was interrupted by the movement of the clouds,


Betwixt them and me.


Closer was the lime green light of fireflies,


Dancing to the chorus of frogs,


Who’s chirp and moist guttural croak, could be heard.


On the wall of the house insects dashed about,


Their movements contradicting


Those of the stealth-like gecko’s watching them.


Then the rain came, in a crescendo,


Drowning all other sounds and opening my nose


To the perfume of wet vegetation.


As the rain passed, the breadfruit tree, previously silent


Spoke an aquatic language, as water dropped from its leaves


And in reply,


An army of cicadas sang.



Roy Jarvis  - Weligama - 29/07/06

vvicy1 says:
Beautiful poem...
Posted on: Jan 06, 2008
sylviandavid says:
nice poem... Very colorful images.... off_again_yeah "... just posted some sri Lanka pictures you would enjoy.... to help find it she is on my friends list with the rainbow car.. Happy travels... Sylvia
Posted on: Oct 08, 2007
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