‘I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky’
—W.B. Yeats, from ‘He Mourns for the Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World’
And what says
Jupiter? Skies fly
untamed and all-consuming–
the eagle on fire.
from the void
of planets and stars? What then
answers Mother Earth?
The arrogance of
violence. Sacred oaks seized,
broken, scattered. Dark.
And so November comes to an end. Many thanks to Eliot at along the interstice for sponsoring Shadorma November, and to Jane Dougherty for A Month With Yeats, inspiring many a deep thought and plenty of wonderful verse. December will bring new challenges I’m sure…
Twelve by ten
squared. Numbered, measured,
Organizing a piece of
the air containing
that spiral into
spaces. What remains unseen?
What role could the box
play? Is your
desire the key to
you ask for more? more than the
possible, more than
The Inner Sanctum.
Chambered and then nautilused.
Complete or undone?
Inspired by Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, I took an old poem that has already had several lives and reworked it again. The only thing that remains constant in all the poem’s versions is the fact that it’s about a box. The one in Sue’s photo seems both sad and mysterious.
Once again I’ve taken different pieces of the handmade paper I’ve accumulated and stitched it together.
Shadorma November is almost at an end (but not shadormas, for me, anyway).
the textbook opens to page 13 (for Laura Nyro)
If you could
learn to be lucky–
if you could
to stars–would the road go on
out and down with luck,
the patterns so recently
aligned in those stars.
Why not drink
of sweet blind dumb luck?
Tempt fate to
work its will?
Why not open the gates to
floods of temptation?
on darkened rivers,
out of hands
of sight the treasure map–
out of luck the tide.
The birdlings are back…in this case, it’s serendipity. “The Song Is…” blog has published several of my works inspired by Laura Nyro and Joni Mitchell (the Joni piece appeared here already). The above poem appears on the blog with a different piece of artwork, but this one was also done for the Laura Nyro theme.
And to prove how much I have always liked and used the shadorma form…also serendipitously for along the interstice and Shadorma November…
‘We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore,
The grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew,
Being weary of the world’s empires, bow down to you,
Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.’
—W.B. Yeats ‘The Valley of the Black Pig’
Once again I’ve consulted the Magnetic Oracle about one of Jane Dougherty’s Yeats quotes–this one from Day Nineteen. The Oracle zoned right in on the stars and the flaming door. Of course that’s always compatible with my artistic pursuits as well…
In the shadorma form for Shadorma November.
Stars breathe frost
ancient as soul stones–
deep cold fire,
roots that wander wild, leaving
paths seeded with light
‘We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;’
–W.B. Yeats from ‘Easter, 1916’
layered grey on grey–
This mourning has no ending–
uniforms of dust.
“Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.”
follow the soundings–
beyond paths already crossed–
follow the soundings–
beyond paths already crossed–
I’m also linking this to dVerse, poems about animal/human connections–don’t we all want to fly?
‘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.