A Dinner Table at Night, 1884, John Singer Sargent
Antique moonlight shines on heirloom silver-
Silent lake of amalgamated tears.
Exposed, they clatter loud as they shiver
A tragic masquerade to mask their fears.
Uncertainty spills hot from candles bright,
Lace napkins rustle echoes wet and wild,
Defying brilliant magic’s mortal sight
Spinning a new birthright to Karma’s child.
The weary larks wane, mourn the death of day,
As stars blink open their rust en-dewed eyes
Dark pleasures strengthen at the birth of May
Blowing off lights with their cold, morbid sighs.
Like fluids they hover on laid-out wares,
Human sense vanquished by unworldly cares.
©Mohana Das
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A very interesting combination of staidness and a kind of almost mystical wildness and uncertainty underneath. The end of an era. k.
Thank you, Karen!! 🙂
Lovely sonnet.
Loved your words … you have weaved a pattern so lucidly around the image … well done 🙂
i love this from that wonderful first line to the last sad one. A great piece of verse. Thankyou!
I especially like these 4 lines:
The weary larks wane, mourn the death of day,
As stars blink open their rust en-dewed eyes
Dark pleasures strengthen at the birth of May
Blowing off lights with their cold, morbid sighs.
This wonderful sonnet has beautiful imagery painted around a tragic theme. I love the result! Thank you for sharing your masterful work, Mohana.
I’m glad you love it, Linda 🙂
beautiful lines…
You’ve beautifully captured the essence of hollowness that only her glass of wine can fill…
I love how you focused more on the objects and not the people.You described them beautifully.
Thanks so much, Dana!!
really nice…your word choice def sets the mood of the piece…like dana, i really like tht your focus was setting the scene but in doing so you told the story…well done…
I really enjoyed this. The first and the second stanza are beautifully expressive, as is it all.
Lovely write.
Beautiful!
Wonderful…
Gorgeous..mystical and mundane join in this one
Elegant write…I like the way silver ties in with amalgamated…very nice.,,
I do love a good sonnet.
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“Antique moonlight shines on heirloom silver” – great imagery!
The perfect dinner party, Mohana!
Your words are vibrant and this piece is stunning!