Saturday, October 3, 2015

The Haunt Collector




The Haunt Collector







A bit of a skull's snipped sonata,
notes hemorrhaged in saffron and gold,

starved ribs on a pumpkin piñata,
carved smile where the next loss unfolds;

in a basket, the wheel'd sigh of summer
broken down to a cracked clod of clay;

all these and more I've put in store,
dry wood for the auto-da-fe.




~October 2015 







posted for real toads




O Fortuna! indeed...





Image: Mischief Night, 1986, by Jamie Wyeth fair use via wikiart.org

17 comments:

  1. Oh.....really liked the concept driving the piece and the images you make old and new again. Smart, stunning. Short. Viva la!

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  2. ha.
    sounds like its going to be a rather raucous time.
    what an interesting picture too. the last sigh of summer
    is dragging itself out the door.

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  3. Fantastic, great rhyme and meter, and the wonderful thing is that the images actually work--can be followed through--don't just sound good. I especially like the carved smile next loss and the wheel of summer--becoming the clods of clay. Well, the auto da fe is pretty funny--especially combined with the stored up harvest somehow--take care--my life still not very open. k.

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  4. This is like a work of art in miniature. Perfect for the month of October (in your parts). I love the nuances of Autumn, and pumpkin time.

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  5. Somehow I feel dia de muerte in this.. the pinata, the pumpkin.. there is just the right darkness for autumn in this.. I just wished I could have found that image on wikiart.. but I think Carl Orff brings darkness as well as joy to me when I listen.

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  6. I love the whole thing, but that third line in particular. Could Kerry have chosen a piece of music more suited to what you write?!?

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  7. Damn it, I wish that I had written this! Flawless crawling of the flesh.

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  8. The rhythm is awesome! I enjoyed this Hedge!

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  9. I do love when you write them scary... Yes, it does mean that I love them all.

    I read this over and over, and felt the need to jump around the room... perhaps, chanting it. Once the madness was subdued, I wondered, who's speaking? And is s/he for or against the "auto-da-fe"? In my mind, the answer can mean the difference between hope and despair.

    El dia de los muertos is in the air...

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  10. All that sacrifice for a show of public faith, but the items seem to have run their course of usefulness, so is it a sacrifice or just a show? Intriguing work.

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  11. First of all love the art and your words are perfect for the season. I love the whole piece, but this really stands out for me,"starved ribs on a pumpkin piñata, carved smile where the next loss unfolds"

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  12. A regular witches brew, a little dry but perfect for an auto-da-fe with alliteration that pops and hisses as the meter drums the entry of Frights, Haunts, Tricks and Fire.

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  13. This has the carved perfection of a jack-o-lantern, and burns appropriately so. Your buddy Wally Stevens is applauding from the fun side. "Auto-de-fe" is rhythmically and sonorously perfect, though for me it is just a note too obscure. Maybe that last "the" s/b "death's" or the like? I pick at greatness, though, I am not worthy, I am not etc.

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    1. Turnabout is fair play, surely. ;_) The pitfall of editing--especially 126 words down to 55-- is that sometimes you become a trifle obscure. 'The' was originally 'my,' if that helps--it does chime with your 'death' tho here it is the more emotional kind.

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  14. droll with a measure of macabre; pleasing; wry. yours is the first poem I've read in weeks and I'm glad it's so... ~

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    1. And I'm very pleased to have it here for you--after being so dry for so long, my muse is cavorting in the autumn haze, and making me run to keep up with her. I so appreciate your comments, and the time it takes to go back and catch up on so many poems. Thank you.

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