‘The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,’ —W.B. Yeats
I went to see the Edvard Munch show at the Met Breuer and I was really pleased to see “Moonlight”, which Jane Dougherty used for a prompt in 2016 (Jane’s prompts stay with me), and which I had done a collage and a poem for. I could not get a good photo of the full painting because of all the people looking at it, but it has lots of dimension and subtle color changes that you can’t see in the online reproduction below.
When I went back to look at my original collage, I had used a section of the painting only as inspiration…I remembered the large face. And once again, the poem is not that different from the one the Magnetic Oracle gifted me with…there seems to be a pattern here.
winding beneath the
tangles of neural pathways
I follow myself,
moonlit shadows reflecting
mirages deep, heavy, dark
I was also thinking about a question Crow at Words and Feathers asked in a recent poem: what sound does a shadow make? Since I’m always talking about shadows, I’m sure I’ll revisit the idea again.
of blood the whisper
of reflected light—dreams sail
bare beneath dark moons
I reworked the original collage a few times, and I’m sure I’ll do the same for the one I did today…it needs to sit for awhile first, but I’m definitely not satisfied with it. At least the Oracle is being cooperative with Shadorma November.
“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.
#30 Li Fire
fire with fire–
intersections of endings–
beginning to rise
I was amazed to see that it’s been almost a year since my last Beach I Ching post. I’ve been working on this one for awhile, though. The symbol of fire has shown up a lot for me this year. Li is a doubling of fire, reflecting its dual nature of creation and destruction. This hexagram is also called Radiance, Clarity, Sun, Transformation–it has many manifestations. The Chinese characters are also sometimes said to resemble a bird captured in a net.
“Do not think at the moments when you see no light that there is no light at all.”
“It is good to see what you have lost and mourn it, to let grief flow, like time.”
“Take what is important and let the rest go.”
Collage with painted bird, photo of objects collected on the beach, and another shadorma for Shadorma November.
You can see all the Beach I Ching posts here.
“With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones”
Gone silent. Unseen.
Dark, cold, hard.
Unchanting verses of stone
through fossilized eyes.
I’ve gone back to Day Three of Jane Dougherty’s Month with Yeats. The references for the drawings were photos of medieval sculptured faces.
And a shadorma for Shadorma November.
In this chill
remembering the past–
what is gone–
exhaling hard, inhaling
portents and promise
Late with my grid this month too…but then autumn took it’s time to arrive as well. They are promising the first freeze of the season tonight.
And another shadorma for Shadorma November.
Nina is still betwixt and between with her job–as we all know, nothing gets done in a timely way these days. But she will return soon, I promise!
Here are stars:
mirrors, images captured
perfect and untouched
with golden voices:
unbeholden to any
partnering of song
held in light journeying far
from harbors unknown
Credit: ESA/Hubble; NASA, ESA and the Hubble Heritage (STScI/AURA)-ESA/Hubble Collaboration
It’s draw-a-bird day once again, and since I haven’t drawn any birds recently, the birdlings are filling in. Also I would say I’m killing several prompts with one stone, but no killing on this blog–birds, prompts, or otherwise.
‘…stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.’
and I’ve managed 3 more shadorma verses for the along the interstice November shadorma challenge too.
Happy Draw-a-Bird day! But every day is a good day for thinking about birds, the cosmos, or poetry.