Friday, August 18, 2017

In Time Of Eclipse

In Time Of Eclipse

Down among the dead things
her candled light is dragged
but not blown out;
fire that serves 

burns longer 
than the eclipse's flare that puts out sight.

She's with the tilting stars, flying,
and our loss, and our gain;
a bird with purple down

flying, flying,
 turning the eye from 
this brief blacking of the sun
that belts the world.

for Heather Heyer
~August 2017

Heather Heyer was murdered in an act of domestic terrorism in Charlottesville, Va. on August 12, 2017. Her favorite color was purple. 

Much of the middle United States will experience a rare total solar eclipse on Monday, August 21.

Images: Heather in a glass heart, via pinterest

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Darkness, Flash

Darkness, Flash

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    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

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


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.