Ballerinas perched on stilts
Although I've craved the balm of pen on paper flowing
clear page filling line by line, and in the end
some kind of rounding, resolution
yes, that's what I meant, or near as words can come
encompassing the thing
still I've shunned the life poetic, kept the pen on purpose capped
for I'm fearful and I'm flinching
for I know where it will lead
I can write of days of Autumn
rust red supermoon eclipse
blue grapes snipped and piled in buckets
salt flats shining, salt like snow
those elegant flamingo, balancing on stilts
and stepping through the water with a ballerina's grace
But I'll slam the gate on monsters
Here be dragons!
Look away!
Turn my face from what is lurking
run like hell before they roar
Let my mind be full of Autumn
snow flats shining, salt like snow
and the palest pink flamingos
ballet dancers perched on stilts
October 2nd 2015, Hounoux, for Lyn, my fellow-dragon slayer.
Brilliant Sally. The warm sunny days this week has got me out and about absorbing beautiful images, noticing some human kindness and feeling some universal connection sharing the lunar eclipse. Sometimes there can be so much to process, yes caps on and lids down, it's been hard. I thought of you and flamingo watching when I was at Sand Bay watching a Heron on a rock today! Xxx
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ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your reply Jude. I cannot tell you how much I value your response to my poetry. I showed my current visitors and Carolyn and David ( who came for a night this week) my beautiful poetry book that you made for me, and they all rave about it,as I did. I wondered how much I was conveying to the reader with this poem, as it is very personal to how I am feeling and what has been going on for me and mine recently, which makes it all the more important to read your response.
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ReplyDeleteNot only shall I treasure these words and images as a recording of our wonderful stay with you, but your words
- balm of pen on paper flowing
- in the end some kind of rounding, resolution
- as near as words can come
shall stay with me because they so resonate with how I feel when I have captured something in my prose or poetry. Thanks you Sally.
PS Maybe there is a poem somewhere there to be written about slaying dragons!
Love Lyn xxx