Sunday, August 5, 2012

Static

© Teresa ~ Razzamadazzle



Static



There's a party across the dark
or only across the fence
wild yells and sobthump of bass,
heartdrums to rattle the thin bones that
showcase the throats of a competing band of frogs
all wailing on in the one-armed oak 
oblivious.

The noise is just past
the shifting planes of the haunted cowyard
floating over the restless translucent stock
with the howl of the ghost train's whistle, there
where the wild things, the young things are,
drinking and drugging and howling
in ways even wolves have forgotten.

They don’t know about
the night things, about who
owns this darkness;
they have no idea
that they are only a bundle of swagger,
passing background noise,
static or food.

~August 2012

the haunted cowyard © joyannjones


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Sunday Photo Challenge: Teresa @ razzamadazzle
Top image is all Teresa, bottom is one of my own photos--I hope she doesn't mind that I borrowed a trick from her and hunted it out because it illustrated part of the poem.


Some optional musical accompaniment:




Header Photo: Sunset, by Teresa @Razzamadazzle
Used with permission: her photo blog
Footer photo: The Haunted Cowyard, © joyannjones

23 comments:

  1. This is great! It truly is mysterious and haunting and has such a supernatural flavor. I love your photo!

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  2. You've captured something very subtle here - well, yes, the sense of invulnerability and wildness of the young, but the (ahem) punyness of it in some ways, you know, against the bigger backdrop. Puny isn't the right word - the fragility of bravado - the lack of context of the young especially when put up against true "night things," things that do more than go bump in the dark. Static such a great way of describing all this. k.

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  3. "floating over the restless translucent stock/ with the howl of the ghost train's whistle, there" this is the goose bump inspiring transition point for me. fantastic poem!

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  4. "they have no idea that they are only a bundle of swagger" is so true, Hedge, and some of them never live long enough to find out.
    This poem is marvelous.
    K

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  5. A party held by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing?

    I like that "bundle of swagger" line, too.

    Static or food. That's so grimly cool. Did someone leave a copy of H.P. Lovecraft in your cradle or something?

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    1. Poe. It was Poe. Tales of Mystery and Frickin Imagination.

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  6. It's "party" and then "noise" and then "things" and finally
    "only a bundle of swagger,
    passing background noise,
    static or food."
    FOOD! a little bit to feed the natural and the supernatural.

    I love your words, and then enjoy them more along with all the visuals and music--I had forgotten this scary part of Fantasia!--which brings in the church vs. the devil, transformations, and of course, the dark Romanticism in which hidden forces are as real or more real than the surface (Poe! You admitted it above). WHO does own the woods?
    dun de dun duunn
    (enter melodrama from stage left)

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    1. Thanks Susan. I loved Fantasia, and this part most, as a child, (and also Sleeping Beauty, Snow White and the poisoned apple made a *big* impression on me.) And fairy tales--the real ones, not the new ultra-sanitized types--where children faced all kinds of terrors and perils, from being eaten to poisoned to used as slave labor--before the(sometimes) happy ending.

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  7. This sounds like my entire misspent youth!

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  8. well now...there is a very eerie edge to this....the night things...i used to be one of those youth...catterwauling into the night...and there are def night things to beware of...smiles...the ghost train whistle...i know that one too...smiles.

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  9. Yes! This does remind me of the eerie feeling I was left with when I read dark fairy tales as a child... Always afraid of who thought they owned the darkness versus who I was certain secretly did.

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  10. Love this supernatural blues song...I lived in a tiny house in the woods growing up so I heard all sorts of scary night music...there was plenty going "bump" in the night.

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  11. The second stanza is pure inspiration in my book. It sings its spookiness and must have come directly from it. No earth-bound poem this!

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  12. This gave me chills towards the end...specially the last stanza ~

    Enjoyed the share, Hedge ~

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  13. I love you opening line.. a party across the dark... and the idea that these young turks cavort in ignorance of a darker truth nearer than they suspect.

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  14. Fantastic write, Joy, with such a perfect ending.

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  15. Beautifully written...love the ending.

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  16. Well, the haunted cowyard photo almost did me in! Loved the ending of the first stanza and I hadn't seen Fantasia in YEARS. I think I liked it much better now than I did back then... certainly it is eerie! I wonder if they ever "warned" children might be scared? (personally, I think its fine for children to be a bit scared at something like this. Reminds me of the Grimm fairy tales I read when I was young... I always preferred them to Disney! :)

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  17. "They don’t know about
    the night things, about who
    owns this darkness"

    This part struck me with a sort of spiritual lack of respect for the Creator sort of feeling...respect for who owns the darkness.


    I love the entire scene that you've created, Hedge...super visual!!

    Very nicely done! :)

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  18. 'howl of the ghost train's whistle', 'who owns this darkness', `only a bundle of swagger' . . . I could go on and on, but I'll stop here and just say that I found your imagery stunning.

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  19. Love this supernatural blues song...

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