What Grows Here? (part 2)
“Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?”
Crown falls with
angels and stars, laughs,
calling to earth’s children—Come!
Touch the sacred skies!
When I saw the quote from Day Sixteen of Jane Dougherty’s Month with Yeats, I was immediately reminded of a collage I had done for one of her poetry challenges from 2016. I know the collage well because it is one of my favorites from all the work I’ve done. I decided to do a poem and some artwork and then look back at the challenge and the poem I had written in response originally.
Interestingly, the original challenge from Jane consisted of the shadorma form, and that’s what I wrote today, as I’m participating in On the Interstice’s Shadorma November. And it’s eerily similar to the poem I wrote today as well, and also works equally well with the Yeats quote.
What grows here?
the mystery of
cells dividing reaching toward
the sky’s endless crown
I’m not going to speculate on the implications of it all…
Also linking to dVerse open link night.