songs rising, the path becomes
a spiral intersecting
the surface of forgotten
dreams, the edge of the held breath
which abides in all places,
a luminescence engraved
on the far side of the light
A sevens poem (via Jane Dougherty) for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. Once again, even as I am constrained by what images I find in my collage box, they manage to take me somewhere I would not have found on my own.
Also linked to OLN on dVerse, hosted by Lillian.
I stand at my back window near midnight. The night is cloudy, but still I’m hoping to catch a glimpse of the full October Hunter’s Moon.
I will not be using its light to search for my winter’s food store. So what am I seeking? What will nourish me in the coming months of short days and long nights?
tell me what I see–
moon appears complete, sudden,
clouds glowing colors
wings against golden black
catch omens, rise, then fly
Every two weeks The Ekphrastic Review has a writing challenge. I usually enter, and always plan to do a collage for the selected work and publish my poem, even if it isn’t chosen. Of course I don’t actually often have the time. But Jane Dougherty’s repetition of Dale Patterson’s artwork, with 3 of her poems, spurred me to do my collage and revise my poem, which I wasn’t satisfied with. It fit right into Frank Tassone’s “Hunter’s Moon” prompt. Were you lucky enough to see it?
You can see Jane’s poems here. And those selected by guest editor Jordan Trethewey, at The Ekphrastic Review, here.
I’ve been doing some postcards in combination with the Collage Box and its Oracle. For this one, I took a postcard of Van Gogh’s “The Seine with the Pont de la Grande Jutte” and added a few elements and a poem.
constructed out of
the shadows–transparent soul–
my body here undone
Also linking to Open Link Night on dVerse, hosted by Grace.
The table is full of noisy ghosts–
they are woven through
the cloth that warms the bread–
simmering in the bowl of broth,
poured into the wine glasses,
reflected in the blade of the knife.
They gather in unrelated absence,
unknown to each other or themselves–
their years are few and many,
ages compressed into moments in time,
their stories fed by seasoning,
by the harvesting of lives.
Lingering beyond sustenance,
beyond hunger, an ache
that vibrates both blood and bones–
faces shadow the vacant chairs–
they whisper into the ceilings
and behind the dark walls.
Jade (hosted by Grace) at dVerse has us writing about food. I first wrote this poem for an Ekphrastic Review challenge, but it was rejected. I wanted to rework it a bit and do a collage, so this was the perfect opportunity.
If you want to see the artwork, by Anne Vallayer-Coster, that was the inspiration for my poem and art, and see the responses chosen, you can find them here.
For my grid this month I decided to try something different–I consulted the collage box oracle for the haiku and incorporated the words into the grid. I tried both photographing and scanning it, but neither exactly captured the colors–they had a strange red cast. I had a little better luck adjusting them in Photoshop with the scanned image, above.
who you are connects
the transit of where you are
to the shape of next
I’m also linking this to Colleen’s #TankaTuesday, poet’s choice of words.
I’m finally seeing some yellow leaves on the street trees outside this morning. But tomorrow is supposed to be 90 degrees…
The Oracle gave me birds today. I’ve resurrected the birdlings to accompany the words. I don’t know where the real birdlings are in my disorganized office, but I have photos of their past adventures. I used this for one of Jane Daugherty’s Yeats prompts a couple years ago.
The blue jays have been drowning everyone out all summer on my street, but recently a crow has been trading barbs with them.
crow and blue jay
ferociously awake morning–
linger like steel dazzled glass
remember who you are–
a fool for wild voices,
sailing a secret ocean
of star fever dancing
Keeping the Secret Keeper, whose words I used for Jane’s prompt, in my thoughts too.
we are led not by
lines, but by circles—fullness
For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #104, harvest moon.
My internet was out for about 12 hours and there’s evidently a problem with the cable in the wall–so I can’t guarantee my presence on a day to day basis. But it’s working for the moment, and maybe my luck will hold.