The sky freckled with tangerine clouds The sun’s last breath of the day The water glittered with diamonds and shadows grew long as the evening turned grey Through the looking glass of twilight astral forms came into view and under the stars we lay
Threads of moonlight streaming across the night sky weaving an intricate web of light Spilling into the darkness, creating A reflection into my mind’s eye and teasing my sight
The bank of mist that was hovering just above the sea, short-lived and disappearing as it reached the land Revealing upright rocks reminiscent of lady fingers on a charlotte cake made from sand
What visions play out in imagination when blackness becomes white or hidden becomes seen Mesmerizing, proffering thoughts for consideration and anticipating the excitement of what will glean
Oh I love today’s prompt from Jim Adams at Song Lyric Sunday! We have been asked to choose a song featured prominently in a movie. I came up with a long list of possibilities but settled on a somewhat controversial song, Sweet Home Alabama, by Southern rock band Lynyrd Skynyrd that first appeared in 1974 on their second album, Second Helping.
It reached number 8 on the US chart in 1974 and was the band’s second hit single. The song was written in reply to “Southern Man” and “Alabama” by Neil Young; Young is name-checked in the song’s lyrics. You can read more about the song, its origins, and its sometimes misconstrued meaning here on Wikipedia
The movie was a romantic comedy with Reese Witherspoon, Josh Lucas, Patric Dempsey and Candice Bergen. I must have watched it half a dozen times and never seem to get tired of it! If you haven’t seen it, you can check out the trailer on YouTube. It did not allow me to share it here.
Have a great Sunday!
Lyrics Sweet Home Alabama - Lynrd Skynrd
Turn it up
Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin, yes
Well I heard Mister Young sing about her Well I heard old Neil put her down Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A southern man don't need him around anyhow
Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor, boo hoo ooo Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth
Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you, here I come Alabama
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they've been known to pick a song or two Lord they get me off so much They pick me up when I'm feeling blue Now how bout you?
Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you’’
Sweet home Alabama, oh sweet home Where the skies are so blue and the Governor's true Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you, yeah yeh
Her nature tempestuous Like a storm at sea Yet in calm waters speaking civilized words Carrying poison Delivered flawlessly Taking down her prey Wounding, but not slaying
With a prepared agility delivering a soothing touch to those she injured Offering words of comfort Unwittingly welcomed Any resistance Could invoke ire She was fragile like a bomb
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She did not scout the darkness Allowing it to lure her into the passage of time Realizing there was no going back Bait and switch Trapped forever living in the past
You were young and beautiful, a breath of fresh air, and we all watched you with our jaws on the sidewalk.
Anything was possible for someone like you. So perfect you could hang the moon and the stars. I was completely smitten and let you wrap me around your little finger. I would have done anything for you.
One evening you agreed to take a walk with me along the bank of the river. That night I shared my true feelings with you, telling you how beautiful you were, and that your eyes twinkled like the stars in the sky. You laughed in my face. Your words cutting me like a knife.
In anger I placed my hands around your throat and squeezed until you laughed no more.
That night I dreamt I was the moon and you were the one who hanged me..
Sarah is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight and she has prompted us with a flash fiction piece of 144 words exactly, using the words I dreamt I was the moon from the poem Full Moon by Alice Oswald.
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