shadowed, murmured by songs
that imitate the deep
voices owned by seasons–
lingering into dawn
as passages repeat
and echoing, are drawn
into themselves, complete
between inside upon–
all spaces merge and meet,
all measurements are wrong–
A quadrille with the word season for dVerse in the Bob and Wheel form for Muri’s April Scavenger Hunt and NaPoWriMo Day 4.
who was she?—ask
ing questions that never quite knew what they
within my blood swims the first primal sea–
oceans of pre
over and over again—how can I
sought—trying to exist inside patterns
that contained some
kind of mean
following moontides and circles of light
I try to meet the waters and sky, to
let them over
vealed, seen by
eyes that were not
her own, acknowledged by another mind
unknowing, to tangle me inside the
by threads that
limits into what was already there
I’ve been working around this poem all week for the earthweal prompt to “embrace the extra-human wherever it is found, in beast, fish, tree, land- or seascape or star canopy.” Laura at dVerse provided the form, tetractys, that provided some kind of order.
They’re sending out bird machines pasted to the sky over a smoke-filled collage of clouds and burning buildings. In the silence of departure, on a pathway of storms, I turn away from the life I’ve known towards the unforeseen, tangled in bare branches, winter, all of it retreating from a world that contains no escape.
Between the above and the below, floating uneasily, ghostly silhouettes shadow my footsteps as I head blind into a collision with the invisible horizon, held captive by a threshold that seems to extend forever.
No shelter appears here on this road of leaving.
Clinging to tattered
wings, sparrow searches for some
anywhere to land.
Merril at dVerse has given us some wind-tossed paintings to use as inspiration for Ekphrastic verse. I chose the painting below, by Joseph Farquharson, ‘Cauld Blaws the Wind Frae East to West’
World spinning dark in trembled night–
morning returns and still no light
except in fiery landscape, stark.
An emptied people, desperate flight
from history’s repeated arc–
in trembled night, world spinning, dark.
This collage was done for the Kick-About prompt inspired by the work of artist John Stezaker. I took Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”, cut it up, and inserted it into works by Monet, Gauguin, Matisse and Homer. This pairing is with one of Monet’s water lilies paintings.
The poem is, like many of the responses to the dverse prompt of the sparrowlet form (introduced to us by Grace), inspired by world events.
And in a bit of serendipity, one of my poems is included in The Ekphrastic Review ebook of responses to Van Gogh’s Starry Night, which you can download here. My thanks to editor Lorette C. Luzajic for her continued support of my work and of Ekphrastic writing.
And if I am also someone else? Bearing the ship, the fools, the edge of the cliff above the valley, the shadows, the death—acres and acres of endings. An echo, turning inside out and upside down.
What are my real parameters? Where is that world located, the one that is opposite, a mirror of this one? Do I even know anything about navigation, understand what it is? A moon wrapped in brown paper, perhaps, opening and closing the holes in time. A compass completely reversed, remattered.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of that other me, a brief flash on the edge of the dark, invisible, yet fully present. All at once, nowhere, I become the voyage itself, shored with lunemares, sailing without destination, spinning beyond gravity.
Outside my life remains uneasy, breath held, waiting for the whirling center to draw it in, under.
Brendan at earthweal asks: What then is this wild dark?
Carol Ann Duffy replies, via Bjorn at dVerse: It is a moon wrapped in brown paper
Forever is black, black is forever,
moon disappears, changes black into moon–
nowhere is lost, afraid, travels nowhere,
soon returns itself to shadow–too soon.
Pretend to be endless, and then pretend
time is a circle without any time–
wind-condensed twilight rides currents of wind–
alive, passing through everything, alive.
Become the orbits as they now become
adrift, sepulchral echoes adrift
among whispers, a stillness caught among
shifts of always and evermore, dark shifts.
Trees grow into night silhouettes of trees–
mysteries surrounding life’s mysteries
I decided to take up the challenge Laura provided at dVerse to write a shadow sonnet. I admit, I started with an old sonnet I had written, but by the time I was done, it barely resembled the original. It needs more work, but it’s time to let it go for now.
causes the moment
of wakening to linger–
scattering the vestiges
of dreaming into limbo
where am I?
my longing to stay
I can reject this
for a protracted
They turn the heat off in my building at night and it doesn’t come on again until 6 am. My alarm goes off at 5:30, and these days it’s very tempting to linger for a half hour or more.
A quadrille for dVerse, where Merril has provided the word shiver.
Colleen’s #TankaTuesday Ekphrastic prompt, a painting by John Waterhouse, reminded me very much of the paintings Jane Dougherty used to provide for her writing prompts. And so, as I did for those paintings, I created a collage response and consulted the Collage Box Oracle. A badger’s hexastitch was the result.
the rules of time
matter gathers stories
of reimagined light
dreamed into the
Also linking to dVerse OLN.