Eating a Nabokovian Banana

The Enchanter

I was charmed and enchanted reading Lila Azam Zanganeh’s The Enchanter:  Nabokov and Happiness, about the author’s personal encounter with the novels of Nabokov—part memoir and part literary essay.  Reading it gave me a better understanding and appreciation for Nabokov’s novels (I’m currently reading Ada, which has been sitting on my bookshelf unread for years, having been dissuaded from picking it up after being perplexed with his Pale Fire several years ago.

Inspired by Zanganeh and Nabokov, I penned the following poem:

Eating a Nabokovian Banana
The slight, sharp report of a twig underfoot
As the fading rays of the sun are lowered—
Traveling down the torn, water-stained wallpaper,
Down the ancient, waxed linoleum floor—
And settle on the vase of wide-eyed daisies.
Outside, the ghost-like trunk of a standing birch
Shimmering in the soft, sweet, fluttering* light
As the gaping maw of night slowly descends
Upon it to consume it with its darkness.

(Fluttering—as in the fluttering wings of a butterfly.  I had to somehow get a reference to butterflies into the poem.  K.)

(© Poeticmeditations, 2011.  All rights reserved)

A personally signed copy of this poem can be ordered at PoeticExpressions.

About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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