I believed in fairytales
that words had power
to call up forest, river, oak
deep places of wolves and ogre
kings, the blackbird boy enchanted
pouring pathos into song until
I would take him to my breast
find him changed to joyful lover
in the rain-hung green-washed glade
We strung the words awhileโmy master and Iโ
making shining things, berry-jeweled strings
that held no power, for though the blackbird watched
he never came to earth and in the rainless heat
my desire built like storm, pitched me headlong
I lay under bee-hum, dreamed
of my blackbird boy, followed
him branch to branch
into wolf-eyed forest until
in shadow of sagging hut
I saw the crone
“Deep places of wolves and ogre / kings” “we strung the words awhile” and the blackbird boy in the rain-hung green-washed glade… All of it makes me sigh happily. Love this! And there definitely is plot, by the way, it’s just revealed slowly, almost subconsciously, while the reader focuses on the beautiful words.
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Plot?! Shhh… ๐
Glad you are enjoying, I am having so much fun with these.
Happy birthday tomorrow and is it Mother’s Day for you, too?
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Thank you, yes, it’s a two-in-one day!
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Wow!!!
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Thank you kindly for that. ๐
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You’re very welcome!!! You site ranks among one of my favorite poetry blogs.
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Well, that just made my day…weekend…month… ๐
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My favourite lines ” I would take him to my breast
find him changed to joyful lover
in the rain-hung green-washed glade”
Wish these werent only in Fairy tales ๐
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Yes, I think that’s what these poems are about, a little bit…trying to reconcile the fairytale dreams with Real Life. Thanks for reading!
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So many wonderful things here. But I have to pull out the end of the second stanza —
‘ my desire built like storm, pitched me headlong’ — just need to dwell on that image for a while.
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That’s so funny, because this line just popped into my head, and I almost didn’t write it down.
Critic Brain: What does that even mean?
Muse Brain: Eh, just try it.
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It’s that speaking in tongues thing! Sometimes, you gotta let the spirit out of the closet! ๐
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