My path is wrapped in bramble
breathing is a heavy cart
shade like shadow
at the edge of night; f a l l i n g
footsteps fall behind: persistent wake
of moons. A laughter roaring
like a lioness with belladonna in her eyes.
In emptiness, I see
Reflected silver waits: a pond,
of syllables in owls, a need of
feathers and of darkness. My wish,
are knuckles whitened, spellbound
shooting eggs with guns.
Shaded, just behind; my eyes are fading
into cataract of rocks and dreams:
craved images of you:
my alabaster idol from the past.
Corinne Thompson: Torso
Today Anthony are giving us 8 lines to base our poetry on at dVerse. We should use at least 3 of them, and I used four (italicized above). Come and see all 8 of them at 3 PM EST when the pub opens.
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Oh, wow. I love this: “like a lioness with belladonna in her eyes”
And these:
“Reflected silver waits”
“a pond of syllables in owls” (love love love this!)
Gorgeous poetry, as always.
This reads like an elaborate hallucination/dream that moves, winding its way along a path where a series of mysterious events and encounters ultimately dissolve into visions of craved images of the alabaster idol from the past. I took this as an extended metaphor: a stream of consciousness cascade of images that ultimately reveals the thing most desired. Very interesting!
Oh the things we cling to eH?
The first half has a really cool rhythm to it, then it switches up a bit – which plays at the mood of it. a pond of syllables in owls. Ha quite surreal.
Today I see “a pound of syllables in owls,” which is also way cool.
Yes, brother, a fevered dream, perhaps a mushroom mirage; loved it. The non-sequiters, the unique couplings were way cool. Like the others I Iove the
lines /In emptiness, I see/ reflected silver waits, a pond syllables & owls/.
I love how our lines are similar yet so different ~ I specially admire the whole second stanza:
In emptiness, I see
Reflected silver waits: a pond,
of syllables in owls, a need of
feathers and of darkness. My wish,
are knuckles whitened, spellbound
shooting eggs with guns.
The second stanza just calls out like a restless sleeper, unconscious translating of a fevered dream. Such a dream – owls, the need for darkness, shooting eggs with guns – the use you made of that strangely clear line….incredible.
You have recreated an oniric atmosphere there – with all the apparently random details of dreams – or even nightmares. Those owls just completely threw me!
this piece is a total dream state… I loved, my eyes are fading
into cataract of rocks and dreams. Gonna steal that line from you… hahah
I have stolen lines from you.. So that’s a great swap..
Wonderful imagery that breathes desire. Very good job of incorporating the lines without them seeming too obvious.
Loved these words you created:
Shaded, just behind; my eyes are fading
into cataract of rocks and dreams:
craved images of you:
my alabaster idol from the past.
The dVerse prompt sure did give you a challenge.
I love your work my friend and I love what you did with this poem. 🙂
FAVORITE line and image…a pond,
of syllables in owls,- as always, Bjorn- I am never disappointed with your words.
I do wonder sometimes if those craved images from the past would really be the same in the present….or if they are simply alabaster idols, lifeless in any state.
Well I live in Alabama, so I see that in the title, as well as “baster.” “Alabama baster.” Yeah, I don’t go that far. But I do spend a lot of time in the kitchen. 🙂 Or maybe it’s “Allah Baster.” I’m such a goof. Hee hee.
I can really feel the opening two lines. I also like what you did with “falling,” turning it into “F-alling.”
Craved, or carved, images indeed!
Bjorn, this has a dream-like quality with some strong symbolism..and when an owl visits I always listen…the middle stanza really brought me into the dream, we have to watch idols though as that can be dangerous.
It is so subtle and fine….loved the expressions…
syllables in owls….. swoon
Whoa. Someone just turned up the heat in here!
I LOVE “bramble breathing” and “syllables in owls.”
Whew! Love the opening line with brambles…and the subtle, sensual yet Halloweenish cast you put in with Anthony’s words to make a totally different new poem.
I love what you have done with the lioness line.
I really like the first two lines. Wrapped in bramble and heavy cart gave me such a visual of struggle.
This is a great collaboration with Anthony’s lines. There’s a depth of interaction that’s inspiring, thank you! I also used shade like shadow for its poetic value.
Your poetry is pure genius.