Saturday, December 5, 2015

Moondogs


Moondogs



We stood and watched the moondog
bark in the cold white air.
Sharp lines of tree branch

scratched Hecate's iris blood-blue
with shadow. We talked all night
to a square empty world

till angles gave birth to circles.
Nothing that wasn't alive came there
where we two

stood laughing
moondogs round
our eyes.







~December 2015







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Process note: A moon dog [paraselene or mock moon] is a relatively rare bright circular spot on a lunar halo caused by the refraction of moonlight by hexagonal plate-shaped ice crystals in cirrus or cirrostratus clouds ~wikpedia



Images: The Borger Oak, 1919, by M.C. Escher.  Fair use via wikiart.org.
Footer: Moon Dogs by quel. All rights reserved. source: trekearth


21 comments:

  1. I love this dance between shapes, between reality and abstract, between life and death...

    Oh, and the image is delightful!

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  2. It is wonderful to be so fully in a circle of life that nothing not alive comes there--the image of the tree branches scratching the shadow especially strong--it is amazing how the reversals work at night and the dark on dark or on light as the moon and the moon shadows make it. I'd not heard the term moondog before--those eyes seem alert but tired! Take care, k.

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    1. Thanks, k--sure that my eyes are not nearly as tired as your own!

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    2. Reposting as my gmail a bit messed up so not sure on train if this "took". Not so worthwhile in any case!
      I wanted to say this poem has a very different feel re-reading and maybe less tired-- first I love the wordplay of bark and scratch which works well with the Cold and also the feel of night. But now it feels like friends/lovers -- it feels to me like the 60's and 70's which was when I was young but a particular moon dog time maybe-- Sitting up all night and talking and safe in a kind of talk bubble of life and thoughtfulness even as the evil of the world was discussed-- anyway, very evocative for me at least-- a wondrous time one didn't perhaps value enough. Thanks. K.

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  3. Wow! You convey such a sense of the cold and the quite!

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  4. This sounds like being high, naturally and/or otherwise, and lost in a world for two; however, knowing you, and knowing that moondogs are said to signify approaching storms, I think the come-down may be rough, especially when Hecate is involved. After all, there are all sorts of different magicks.

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  5. The moondogs is a wonderful pair, and you bring the chthonic aspects is... the pair of sky ans soil, and that magic connection of Hecate uniting them to one.

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  6. lovely to have someone dear, to share lasting moments

    much love

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  7. til angles gave birth to circles - love that image

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  8. Wonderful contrasting pairs, complete with a stunning photo.

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  9. that moondog / bark - what a great line break and image. how you draw us back into the mythic realm with just a few scratches is one of my favorite things about your pens: you are able to draw deeply and remind us of the unseen. ~

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  10. As Blake said -- as the eye is form'd, so are its powers. Here, sighted by the moondog, the circle dance profounds. The pagan rapture of this deelights, and I love the the re-appropriation of circling the square, as if a new relationship could be found there. In the nothing that isn't alive but there.

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    1. Thanks, B. You nailed it, and nice Stevens-ish play on my double negative.

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  11. The lines and line break between the second and third stanza . . . just brilliant.

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  12. I love the term 'moon dogs' and how well it fits into your poem.

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  13. Wow, one of the most stunning 55s I've ever read, where the sparse parameters are not noticed as the poetic strength of your wordsmithing transported me to cosmic bliss. Just an excellent piece. I, too like your opening line, & the marvelous lines /sharp lines of tree branches/scratched Hecate's iris blood-blue/with shadow/--though I think it would have scratched her mystic cornea first; smile.

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  14. Moondogs....what a lovely word. Reminds me of the dog called Moondoggie way back in ancient times in the Gidget movies, LOL. LOVE that name. Contemplated it for Pup, but Pup stuck.

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  15. Moondogs... evocative just to say it out loud. Something's coming. Really nice!

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  16. I had never heard of moondogs before. Very beautiful!

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  17. "We talked all night to a square empty world till angles gave birth to circles." Love that!

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg