she spins a new cocoon… wings folded, form fading, reflecting back as ghost shadows –enter– the dark circle of the forest moves ever closer as time compresses –itself– quiescent…what is done is done…what will emerge as the continuum –expands– unbounded, uncharted, starborne she waits…her elements recombined as essence
I used the (repeated) butterfly cinquain form because Diana Peach’s #photoprompt illustration, above, for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday, made me think immediately of a butterfly/cocoon.
For the artwork I did a painting inspired by the illustration and then fooled around with it in Photoshop to try to convey a feeling of metamorphosis.
be bop shout– rhythm–blues– eight to the bar– oompah oompah groove– boogie-woogie back beat jingle jangle jive talkin double time front line howl growl whine– interlude solitude riff raff boom– whistle whomp wah wah zoomba zoomba zoom
The Kick-About’s challenge #14 was a short film by Norman Maclaren called “Boogie Doodle”. It really reminded me of Matisse’s Jazz collages, and I used his abstracted figures as inspiration to create my own dancers based on photos of jazz dancers I found on the internet. I also wanted to recreate the shadow effect for both the dancers and the dots. Primary colors seemed a natural fit for both dots and ground, and I cut out the figures in black and white as contrast, inspired by the film.
For the poem I wanted to use music and musical sound words. It was much harder than I anticipated, but I like the idea of a poem composed mostly of sounds, and may visit it again. I found a great onomatopoeia dictionary online too.
in the deep darkness I follow and am pushed through sequences that turn me inside out
hours pass as they bypass me– we seem to be in different stories
the pages open to places I have seen before while the landscape becomes a backdrop to somewhere else
crow flies over the fields between worlds carrying the ears of wheat to be planted in both places at once
tolling in concert with the continuous chaos I wonder at the expanse of tangled entrances and exits in the mouth of the threshold
which side am I on? my voice carries nowhere as I reach out to catch the wings of the wind
This was done for a dVerse prompt from August, where Rosemarie Gonzales offered wheat as a poetic inspiration. I took 2 lines from one of the Neruda poems she provided, Ah Vastness of Pines, and incorporated it in pieces to make my own verse: Thus in the deep hours I have seen, over the fields, the ears of wheat tolling in the mouth of the wind.
all most dreamed synthesized otherworldly this hour this hidden light found by shifting seasons like a song already known a secret spellbound heartsown with haunted melodies resonating as echoes returned from a lost refrain
For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday where the prompts this week were a photo provided by Trent McDonald (above) and/or synonyms for the words “MOVE & MAKE” provided by David Ellis.
Last night I had a vivid dream about bridges. Consulting the Oracle this morning, I was able to form the word bridge in both the Poet and Geek kits, giving me two sides of the coin–a question and an answer.
1 which star streams the galactic code to open this bridge through light into completion?
2 blue bridge sails ghoststars of skybreath– opening holes in the haunted ocean of remembering– a fool’s magic embrace of time
Hozier’s version of this often-covered song captures most closely the atmosphere of my dream.