This hollow place with the tide-breeze sighing—
Can I believe that the goddess brought me here
and say that when young dawn stroked rosy fingers
over the damp cave walls I saw your markings
and wondered how they aligned with the stars?
I unwrapped this tissue-linen and found nothing
but small bones, bird-fine and hollow, dyed shells
that I rinsed in tide-pool water and gazed at, wondering.
Can I believe that if the goddess brought me here
it was to interpret your breathings, the soft sigh echoed
by tide-breeze that vents this star-gazing cave?
Can I believe you once lived here at all?
Because I find only tissue-thin bones, salt-streaked
shells and they don’t align with your markings.
I wait under empty skies, dry-eyed and wondering.
When young dawn with her rosy fingers strokes
these open hands I will, with what care I can,
arrange these dyed shells, your bird-hollow bones
into a cairn below your markings. If I can believe
the goddess will bless the shrine, I will take this life-
breath and follow fading starlight onto the open sea
once more.
With apologies and gratitude to Jenifer Cartland at Poems from in between for this inspiration.
Love the metre of this one.
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Thank you, Thom. Always nice to hear from you!
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I love the way this poem recycles words and phrases, churning back on itself like the tide.
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Thank you, Rowan. I did have fun with that part!
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What Rowan said. Exactly. This is so, so beautiful and mystical, and I really like the inspiration(s) behind it.
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Thank you for your ever-kind words. I’m glad you liked Jenifer’s poem. After I’d read it a few times, this one kind of wrote itself. 🙂
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This is beautiful, Jennifer. I love the way it seems to roll along like a wave coming into shore and pulling back out again.
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Thank you, Kymm, for your kind and poetic words. 🙂
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Finally, I had a moment to read this. So beautiful. For sure, our two poems are a matched set. The last lines give me the shivers. 🙂
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I was hoping you’d like it. 🙂 I loved the inspiration so much, this was a true pleasure to write.
I also enjoyed reading about Gorham’s Cave–I didn’t know anything about it before.
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So glad to know that. I have long been fascinated with the Neanderthal findings throughout Europe. Those handprints are simply haunting.
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There’s such a lovely etherial quality to your poem. Reading it feels like being in a dream.
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Oh, wow, thank you!
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This might be my favorite of yours so far!
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Thanks, Stacie. Definitely one of my happier writing experiences lately. 😀
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Lyrical, Jennifer! Absolutely loved this one. It flowed so gently, so beautifully, and took my heart with it.
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Thank you, Asha, for your very kind words.
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i’m rereading yours and Jenifer’s poems to understand how your tones and mood consort with each other. You use the same rosy-fingered Dawn and some of the same imagery, but you very much made it your own. Hers seemed to be addressed to the heavens. Yours seemed to be addressed to the living things in tidepools. Also, the title itself sparked so many meanings to me.
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Thanks for this take on it, Nate. I almost didn’t link it because I wasn’t sure if it would stand on its own…it was so firmly tied to Jenifer’s poem for me.
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