Tag Archive | yeats

hush

hush 3s

“…till the morning break
And the white hush end all but the loud beat
Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.”
–W.B. Yeats, from ‘To some I have talked with by the fire’

hush magnetic

Once again I dipped into Jane Dougherty’s Month of Yeats for some inspiration.  The Oracle seems to have caught a mood circling around the earth which is definitely Yeatsian.

snow4s

Above is the view out back last night, which also somehow feels right for the Oracle’s (and Yeat’s) words…

bird wings like
cloudlight caught between
frost and wind
covering winter with paths
which grow cold shining

 

Endings

jupiter s

‘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
thundering
blinding light,
untamed and all-consuming–
the eagle on fire.

What witness,
what testimony?
What reflects
from the void
of planets and stars?  What then
answers Mother Earth?

Seeds silenced.
The arrogance of
sapiens,
ingrown with
violence.  Sacred oaks seized,
broken, scattered.  Dark.

jupiter close up s

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…

The Door Opens

the door opens s

‘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’

the door opens magnetic

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…

the door opens close up s

In the shadorma form for Shadorma November.

Stars breathe frost
ancient as soul stones–
deep cold fire,
sacred, dark–
roots that wander wild, leaving
paths seeded with light

 

Random Noise

random noise s

‘We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;’
–W.B. Yeats
from ‘Easter, 1916’

Bleak landscape,
layered grey on grey–
hard, ashen,
featureless.
This mourning has no ending–
uniforms of dust.

A Month with Yeats, Day 24, sponsored by Jane Dougherty.  Shadorma November sponsored by along the interstice.

steal away

steal away 1s

“Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.”
–W.B. Yeats

arise, fly–

steal away 2s

follow the soundings–

steal away 3s

radiant
gravities

steal away 4s

beyond paths already crossed–

steal away 5s

openings unkeyed

Going back to Jane Dougherty’s Day Thirteen of her Month with Yeats for this Shadoma November poem that also uses the Secret Keeper’s words as inspiration.  And more birdlings.

arise, fly–
follow the soundings–
radiant
gravities
beyond paths already crossed–
openings unkeyed

I’m also linking this to dVerse, poems about animal/human connections–don’t we all want to fly?

 

Moonlight (after Edvard Munch)

moonlight s

‘The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,’ —W.B. Yeats

moonlight magnetic

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.

File:Edvard Munch - Moonlight (1893).jpg

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.

moonlit shadows s

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.

The pounding
of blood the whisper
of shadow
the stillness
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.

What Grows Here? (part 2)

sacred skies s

“Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?”
–Yeats

Crown falls with
angels and stars, laughs,
becomes seeds–
now singing,
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.

what grows here s

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
opposites
combining
cells dividing reaching toward
the sky’s endless crown

I’m not going to speculate on the implications of it all…

sacred skies 2s

Here’s the original post, and a link also to Jane’s Poetry Challenge #17.

Also linking to dVerse open link night.

Beyond Years

faces comp 1

“With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones”
–Yeats

What remains.
Gone silent.  Unseen.
Raining still.
Dark, cold, hard.
Unchanting verses of stone
through fossilized eyes.

faces 2 comp

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.

medieval face 2s

And a shadorma for Shadorma November.

Passing

passing monoprint comp s

“Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
and Usna’s children died.”
–Yeats

passing magnetic

Today is Veteran’s Day, and the quote from Day Nine of Jane Dougherty’s month with Yeats seemed an appropriate inspiration.  So many dead, so much destruction…  While remembering those who fought, and keep on fighting, our endless wars, we might also ask ourselves:  what have we learned?  what are we doing to keep it from happening again and again?

Crushed forest
ripping the sun bare–
never will
sky or wind
recall blood’s shadow without
black and bitter rain.

Shadorma for November composed with help from the Magnetic Oracle.

 

Intersections

birdlings in space s

Here are stars:
galaxied deceit,
time echoed
in jeweled
mirrors, images captured
perfect and untouched

Silver hands
with golden voices:
waves disguised
as dances,
unbeholden to any
partnering of song

Companions
chasing satellites:
unmingled,
unanchored,
held in light journeying far
from harbors unknown

Extreme star cluster bursts into life in new Hubble image

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.

birdlings in space 2s

The dVerse Hubble Space prompt (see photo above) fits in nicely with Jane Dougherty’s day 7 Yeats quote from ‘To the Rose Upon the Rood of Time’

‘…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.