Mirror me from moonless twilight,
from convicted waters dulled
by sullen dusk
buried beneath waterlogged bracken-
Dye me from hesitant winds
writhing between forgotten
headstones of a countryside graveyard.
Build my flesh from peat,
and I will sing in raven-voice
for you, my elegy.
Today Merril hosts the Quadrille at dVerse and the word is mirror and we have to come up with the remaining 43 words..
May 15, 2023
A most fascinating mirror….
So intriguing, or perhaps foreboding. The Goya is perfect with your dark elegy.
Beautifully dark Björn! 😊
Your quadrille is deliciously dark and raven-voiced, Björn. I love the sound of ‘Mirror me from moonless twilight, the ‘m’ sound is like moaning, and the ‘ull’ sound in ‘waters dulled by sullen dusk’ is like the tolling of a bell.
Dark and visceral write, Björn, filling one with delicious trepidation.
“Dye me from hesitant winds,”.. yes! This is incredibly powerful writing, Bjorn! 💙💙💙
Wow. Gorgeous words, Sir.
This poem captivates with its evocative imagery and rich symbolism. The use of contrasting elements like moonless twilight, convicted waters, and hesitant winds creates a haunting atmosphere. The fusion of nature and mortality, expressed through the imagery of waterlogged bracken, countryside graveyard, and peat, adds depth to the poem’s themes. The final lines, “and I will sing in raven-voice for you, my elegy,” leave a lasting impression, blending sorrow and beauty. Your skillful craftsmanship and poignant expression make this a truly remarkable piece. 👍👏👌😊
We all must face our mortality…mirror reflects raven’s song. Exquisitely penned, Bjorn!
The song of the raven! Rising from the peat bog that houses what is left of us! This is quite a tale!
The end is anticipated, but still not quite sure how dark it is! Your dark posting is a good reflection, Bjorn!
An incantation of sorts. I like the way it screams, do as I say and resurrection itself is possible.
wonderful foreshadowing (K)
This is a fantastic poem! I love your use of imagery and the Gothic vibe.
You have taken us into a place of darkness between life and death. Capturing haunting details and the raven comes on swift wings.
convicted waters dulled
by sullen dusk – absolutely love this…actually the whole poem!!
For me, you have described the mythical thin veil that is sometimes found at old graveyards and is said to have different creatures reside in it, I like it and it feels like a real scene because of the ‘hesitating wind’.
The image fits the darkness of your poem. Fascinating!
Dark forebodings indeed.
This mirror is dark ~~ delicious poetry..
An elegy dark
Oh, this was lovely and dark… the song of the Morrigan, perhaps?
magnificently dark love it 🙌
A potent description Björn. I can only imagine the voice and elegy!
Are you sure that I might want to hear his elegy? You didn’t tell much good about him.
Oh, how gorgeous in language and imagery – even if foreboding.
Fascinated by ‘convicted waters dulled
by sullen dusk’ – wondering what the conviction was for…
The last stanza … peaty and powerful.
On a cliff top I once encountered (at a distance) a raven whom I sensed was dying. I guessed it might have ingested plastic …a deeply uncomfortable experience which has haunted me since. Rest in peace, Raven
Oh poor raven… this sounds like a sentence you can use to start a novel with