Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Darkness, Flash


Darkness, Flash





Darkness
and a flash;
you turn my poppies blue.
Red is your color
and so I cannot choose it.

The screaming void
paints your face.
Heat and ruin
are your playmates,
death your paymaster.

Don't think you enter unopposed,
disguised, pretending to light
with only darkness
and a flash
for eyes.


~August 2017











Images: Torchlit parade thru the Brandenburg Gate, Berlin, on the night of Hitler's ascension to chancellor, January 30, 1933,  pubic domain
Torchlit parade through the streets of Charlottesville, Va, during the 8th month of the Trump presidency, August 11, 2017(cnn) 








Friday, August 11, 2017

Calico Dream



Calico Dream


Calico ghost
cowgirl on the whirlwind,
drinks dusty nectar
from the thimble of
a wildflower's face,
dances on a wagon wheel
across a wicked wasteland,
eyes on the blue mountains
and the swallow's last home.

Her well-wound heart
chimes soft as a pocket watch
under cool cotton covers.
She washes in sunsplash
and curls up contented 
to whisper when the coyote howls.
She's nothing but a promise
guarding the river
that sinners can't cross.

Calico girl
sings me at sunset
a tune from the Territory
a chant from the Tribes
beaded with pollen hot from the prairie,
keeping her hands clean, hiding
the hunted, defying the flag.
She follows the trail
no murderer can see.


~August 2017








posted for Izy's Unseen
( nothing more unseen than a cowgirl in a dream)




Images: Cowgirls, public domain
via wikimedia commons

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Gypsy Shipwreck






Gypsy Shipwreck



The starved gypsy moon
caravans out of sight

feeding all she has stolen
to the heart of the night.

The bell-jangled tracing
of her white legs' skip

to the violin's sobbing
going down like a ship

 grinds me for music 
that growls like a dog,

 while all hands are lost 
in the gunpowder fog.

~August 2017











a 55 for Kerry's Flash Plus












Images (Swept Away, Summer Breeze) by Erte  via wikiart.org    Fair use.






Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Mandala Of The Catacomb






Mandala Of The Catacomb




When I could
no longer remember
the yellow eye of the sphinx, the
sea by blue moon, autumn
light on the mandala rose,
a great dryness came;
a cup of dust
too sickly to swallow.

It brought a living change
that paced me day to day,
my thief-companion,
rogue of a thousand fingers
reaching always into my net
for the day's catch,
cleaning my pocket
of each dulled coin

to leave me at last
like everything else
alone on the edge of a pulling abyss,
bleached bare as a fallen skull in a
lightless catacomb, forgotten behind
its earth-blocked arch;
down and round
with the ghost of the sound

of your traveler's laugh
when I was a doorway
to the endless road.

~August 2017



















Images:
Skull, 1917, M. C. Escher
Thérèse Duncan -The Parthenon, 1921, Edward Steichen
Public domain


mandala:


1.Oriental Art. a schematized representation of the cosmos, chiefly characterized by a concentric configuration of geometric shapes, each of which contains an image of a deity or an attribute of a deity.
2.(in Jungian psychology) a symbol representing the effort to reunify the self. ~dictionary.com









Sunday, July 16, 2017

Lost At Sea


Lost At Sea



The moon mocks a sailor
on the surface, bobbing and breeching.
Boiling in darkness
the sweet arch of coral
clings with its bones to the breast of a giant,
crumbling to a legend
in its poison bath.

The antic fishes
with their calico colors
paint fading murals in a
melting palace, then rise grey
in their bloat to bleach clouded tides.
The sun's spear drives home
through a broken shield

splits the skin of the ice
so it roams without purpose,
a white wolf with Fenrir's breath
that moving southward slowly starves.
In this wreckage and wrack that's the prize for destroyers
who sold all their flowers to dance in an oil slick
and all the world had

for the price of
a mess of pottage, is there one soul left
who can make a new day?



~July 2017




 For Brendan's changing earth



Images: Untitled marinescape, by Zdislaw Beksinski   Fair Use
Edward G Robinson watches a film of flowers before death, from the 1973 movie Soylent Green
Public domain


Process note: "A mess of pottage is something immediately attractive but of little value taken foolishly and carelessly in exchange for something more distant and perhaps less tangible but immensely more valuable. The phrase alludes to Esau's sale of his birthright for a meal ("mess") of lentil stew ("pottage") in Genesis 25:29-34 and connotes shortsightedness and misplaced priorities..."~wikipedia