Showing posts with label shadorma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shadorma. Show all posts

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Quince X 2



Quince




Quince 
(free verse )



Stark tangle of december
black and bare, sharp and brittle,
hook twigs a shakespearean drama of thorns
spotlighting from darkness the posturing coral bud.

Life in death, wildfired and torched
over every branch, its ending
smoothed by something born
swelling in promise:

a Paris green blast of
bitter juice.





Quince
(shorter, as a shadorma)

Earth's burlesque,
december's bare black
theatre,
masque of thorns 
flaring color from darkness;
posed bud, bitter juice.




~March 2013



Quince



posted for  dVerse Poets
Poetics: Short Verse
Fred Rutherford's challenge is to tell a complete story, and to 'maximize effectiveness' through brevity. I wrote the first version of this free verse, then decided to see if I could shorten it by using a favorite form of mine known as the shadorma--a six line poem with the syllable count of 3-5-3-3-7-5. I'm not sure which version is more effective as they turned out rather differently. Thanks for the challenge, Fred.


Process notes: Paris green: " is an inorganic compound more precisely known as copper acetoarsenite. It is a highly toxic emerald-green crystalline powder that has been used as a rodenticide and insecticide, and also as a pigment, despite its toxicity..."~wikipedia  

Quince, on the other hand,  are completely edible and non-toxic, but extremely bitter.

Definitions of burlesque and masque.



Hover mouse for image credits, or click on picture to go to photographer's page @ flick'r  creative commons.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Two Shadormas

Kerry O'Connor of Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads, presents a twin challenge this Sunday, both form and photographic, and in that spirit, I've written two poems inspired by two of her daughter, Jaime Clark's delicate, 'extreme close up' examples of macro photography:




Spindle


Struggling
on a spindle's point
the heart bird's
blood whispers
out blown like a misty rain
turning her last song.







Drops


Bright needles
move from sky to ground
threaded light
binds the twins 
ever unlike but the same
together with drops





~August 2012 



Posted for   real toads
Sunday Mini-Challenge: Shadorma/Macro Photography




Images by Jaime Clark
Used with permission.

 

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Friday Flash 55 ~ Puffball

Puffball spores in SEM stereoscopic, magnification 5000x
puffball spores, magnified x5000

Puffball


Poor little
puffball in a patch
of  deathcaps
poison left
and right hallucinations.
Who’d want to pick her?

Muffin-capped,
fat, brown and sturdy,
dark spores ripe
and pushing,
she twirls her black umbrella;
out they fly past death.

Resting now
she sleeps unknowing;
clouds gather,
soft rainfall
springs up far away children
anyone can pick.


June 2011



Three linked shadormas
Posted for          Friday Flash 55    at the G-Man's


"While most puffballs are not poisonous, some often look similar to young agarics, especially the deadly Amanitas, such as the Death Cap mushroom." ~wikipedia

The shadorma is a Spanish verse form. It has six lines with a syllable pattern:3/5/3/3/7/5


courtesy wikimedia commons 


Thursday, May 5, 2011

Friday Flash 55 ~ Moonlight

Caspar David Friedrich - Zwei Männer in Betrachtung des Mondes


Moonlight


Shining moon
hung in the mind’s eye
bright mirror
reflecting
good, evil, nothing, alike,
making amber light.

Nothing seen
in light or darkness
unopened
and unknown
until the blindfold drops that’s
knotted ‘round the heart.

Black night falls
wrapping up the world
random, wild,
insensate,
death, love, loss, joy gallop; but
 see the amber moon.




May 2011

Three linked shadormas
Posted for  Friday Flash 55  at the G-man's





Image: Two Men Contemplating the Moon, by Caspar David Friedrich, circa 1819-20 

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Skywriting





Skywriting


Crows sky high
above the blank road
eighteen wings
trampoline
into parabolic glides
brash applause of caws


Push of wind
today's instructions
       marked in black      
crow letters
  against a chalkboard of cloud
fly away, cry high


April 2011





Posted for  OneShotWednesday  at the inimitable OneStopPoetry