Sunday, April 5, 2015

Easter 2015 AD







Easter 2015 AD


Hammered thunder sparks
on the iron sky even as
the periled world
hails fall and rise
of the compassionate Magician;
but the rocks that roll
from that tomb-door
explode,
His loving words ashed embers
in red mist;
for love proves
a broken blade in a broken hand
when the great wolf
howls down the dawn.









~April 2015



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Flash 55 Plus

Kerry hosts this months 55 Plus with the side theme of Easter. I'm afraid I have not gone the fuzzy bunny and colored eggs route.





Process Notes: The 'great wolf,' might be Fenrir, slayer of Odin, who appears in the time of  Ragnarök. Or he might simply be ourselves.






Image: Wolf Howl, via google image search, author unknown.
No copyright infringement intended.


16 comments:

  1. My poem today is also in tribute to the Garissa attack - you would think we had progressed in 2000 years beyond religious persecution but apparently not, apparently never.

    I applaud your poem which is both commentary and well-crafted creative writing. 55 words are few but sometimes it is hard to find any words to say when faced with atrocity. You used yours well.

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  2. Compassionate magician. I love that description. Once again, your words embed themselves into my thought process!

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  3. Agree with Kerry here. But the poem does not make a direct reference to Garissa (although I appreciate the indirect reference) and could refer to many kinds of howling and broken blades and hands-- the parts of the poem especially striking to me are the hammered thunder--this isn't random thunder but directed--and the way you use verbs and nouns in the hailing of fall and rise--so that the world seems not just to hail (as in exult) fall and rise but to hail it down as part of the thunderous storm, and there is a great deal of falling and rising that seems to be hailed down upon us for sure. It is quite heart breaking. Something about the A.D. is also very sad--hard to think of it as a year of any lord. Agh. I am not usually so gloomy as I always think that the 30s and 40s were worse, but honestly, life on this planet has never really been a picnic--maybe we actually had a halcyon time when we grew up and even that not for all. Thanks. Great to get all that in 55. k .

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    1. Actually I was thinking of the Garissa attack when I wrote this(which is why I have the link below) but I agree, Karin. The times are not kind anywhere, maybe they never have been, and perhaps we are among the few generations of mankind to have lived our childhoods in peacetime--at least till shattered by Viet Nam. Thanks as always for your insight.

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    2. I think it works well for the Garissa attack; I just meant that the poem has (unfortunately) a broader application. Thanks. k.

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  4. A necessary write, this day, powerful and lucid; the living nightmare that was perpetrated needs this kind of lyric 'documentation'.

    I have a friend who runs a non-profit that helps Kenyan children attend school. She is headed there in June (after she completes the 6-week Camino walking route in Spain). Last night we had dinner and I asked, are you afraid? (She's about as white-skinned as one can get.) She replied that she's staying with these families, in the slums of Nairobi, and yes - but she may as well be afraid to drive on the freeway. The horrors visited there give her pause, but won't stop her work to provide education in a country that desperately needs it.

    ~

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  5. I love the phrase "the compassionate magician" so much. And "love proves a broken blade in a broken hand" is a perfect phrase, given the massacre in Kenya. Given all of the extremism everywhere, where life apparently means nothing. Your writing is powerful and beautiful, as always Hedge.

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  6. On most days of the year I can find something of beauty in the Gospel story but so many discordant notes clash on Easter that I want to turn away from the whole thing. "Ashed embers in red mist", the howling of a wolf. Right. Happy Zombie Jesus Day.

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  7. So dynamic...and that last howl echoes...intense!

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  8. I, too felt the haunt of your words and "The Compassionate Magician"-got me~ You find a way to make me want to read your poems twice, no matter the subject.

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  9. Thank you for writing this. Once I read the whold piece and the note at the end the title was all the more powerful, showing how we haven't made any more progress as a specied in over 2000 years.

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  10. You and Kerry were certainly dancing to a similar drum. The sadness at the sight of the corruption of something that should be all good and cleansing howls out of each word in your poem. Your use of the words "magician" and "ashed" are especially powerful in my mind. ♥

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  11. Did you see "The Grey"? Plane wrecks in Arctic waste, six then five then two then one try to find a way to safety while the wolves circle. If killing is our ancient legacy, the compassionate magician can't disrupt it without hanging his own wolf on the tree ... or maybe there's no escaping the tooth and claw red in the mirror. What gets me about Easter is that its such a insanely sanitized version of "Le Sacre du Printemps." So many happy wolves forced into miserable bunny togs.

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  12. Oh, this gave me chills. Every word wields power, and the pain of this world we live in.

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