Nightingale, Full Moon and Plum-blossom - Uchiwa Shape
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
- Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats
The hot summer night filled the room and bore heavily upon my bare thin back. I was lying in bed and I could hear the gusting wind beating against the shutters of the open window, whereby the moon's silver light was cast through.
I was trying to sleep, but I was only half dozing, as the rattling noise kept me awake. Thus, my mind had drifted into that state where you are still conscious that your dreams are only part of your imagination and not reality.
Then a small nightingale quietly crept in. I lay there unmoved, but the feathered creature intrigued me greatly. It's coat was covered with brown and grey feathers which shone beneath the moonlight. And they were slightly untidy, probably due to the wind blowing outdoors.
The nightingale seemed perfectly content resting on the window-sill, while I couldn't help but wonder: which between man or nightingale is most appropriate to start a conversation?
No hungry generations tread thee down;
- Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats
The hot summer night filled the room and bore heavily upon my bare thin back. I was lying in bed and I could hear the gusting wind beating against the shutters of the open window, whereby the moon's silver light was cast through.
I was trying to sleep, but I was only half dozing, as the rattling noise kept me awake. Thus, my mind had drifted into that state where you are still conscious that your dreams are only part of your imagination and not reality.
Then a small nightingale quietly crept in. I lay there unmoved, but the feathered creature intrigued me greatly. It's coat was covered with brown and grey feathers which shone beneath the moonlight. And they were slightly untidy, probably due to the wind blowing outdoors.
The nightingale seemed perfectly content resting on the window-sill, while I couldn't help but wonder: which between man or nightingale is most appropriate to start a conversation?
A nice job we've got here.
ReplyDelete"Thus, my mind had drifted into that state where you are still conscious that your dreams are only part of your imagination and not reality."
(I really felt myself concerned by that beautiful sentence.)
I enjoyed the end too, a lot. <3
How corking!!
ReplyDeleteRather lyric-like, it reminds one of the Romantic authors of the XIXth century.
I particularly like the title ; very ingenious.
Obviously it can also be related to Oscar Wilde (the nightingale, the mention of "silver"...), so a good influence!
Finally when reading one can truly imagine himself being there, which is always a good thing when reading a description...