Summer Snow

Summer Snow

On nights when that ache is all I have

to keep me breathing

I sit outside and pour 

from a starspeckled

pitcher the black river sky

into my hollow heart

let it soak away all thought

all care

until I rest, a lump of carbon

cold

lapped in cold

immersed in a hypothermia

of what needs to be forgiven

or forgotten. A blind face

stares at me out of darkness

its breath turned to frost,

a scuttling black spot

on a white-out vision.  

Above me stars

revolve in ancient rites

unfulfilled

yet moving towards some point

where fulfillment doesn't show

past the simple beyond of what I can know

past this summer snow, 

melting as it watches from below

~September 2012

Posted for OpenLinkNight   at dVerse Poets Pub

I'm hosting at the pub tonight and hope you can make it in to share some hot mulled poetry with us on this early fall evening. Doors are open from 3:00pm to midnight tomorrow, EST.

Image: Star Seamless Texture, by Patrick Hosely, on flick'r

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A Remedy For Memory

A Remedy for Memory

Walking widdershins,

wind your vine around the

headstone of a first wife
dead in childbed.

Let the gourd increase over graveyard

grass, watered with the grey cloudwine

of starless night.

When the fruit is full, scoop out

the innards, then pierce it a mouth with

the sharpened legbone of  
an old doe who

stumbled at the last ditch.
Let this dry in October sun.

Meanwhile,

take the howl of a midnight train

three sparrow feathers, nine grains of skypollen
from a falling star, six tears from
a drunkard's melancholic fit.

Mix with the scent of last summer's promises

and a cupful of nettle's milk, well

pounded with a fist of stone in a

hollowed heart. Fill your gourd with this liquor, 

bury it at the crossroads for seven weeks, then
exhume it and drink deep

under an extinguished moon.

It may be then

you will forget him. 

Should this cordial fail you,

marry the butcher.

~September 2012

Posted for   Fireblossom Friday   at real toads

Shay looks ahead to Halloween and asks for a poem with some eye of newt. (Not listed above, but always an optional ingredient in these little cordials of mine.)

Optional Musical Accompaniment

Image: Cauldron of the Sorceress, 1879, Odilon Redon 
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Off the Shelf Archive~September

I've decided to take a mini-vacation from blogging this week, and while I'm absent thought it would be a good time to change out the Off the Shelf selection,  since it's been several months. I've chosen one that deals with the vagaries of love, from one of my favorite poets, Pablo Neruda, called If You Forget Me.

You'll find it here on the updated  Off the Shelf page.


Below is the previous selection, by Stephen Crane, On the Desert. You can comment on either poem here, as comments are disabled off the main page. See you all soon.

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On the Desert

~by Stephen Crane

On the desert
A silence from the moon's deepest valley.
Fire rays fall athwart the robes
Of hooded men, squat and dumb.
Before them, a woman
Moves to the blowing of shrill whistles
And distant thunder of drums,
While mystic things, sinuous, dull with terrible colour,
Sleepily fondle her body
Or move at her will, swishing stealthily over the sand.
The snakes whisper softly;
The whispering, whispering snakes,
Dreaming and swaying and staring,
But always whispering, softly whispering.
The wind streams from the lone reaches
Of Arabia, solemn with night,
And the wild fire makes shimmer of blood
Over the robes of the hooded men
Squat and dumb.
Bands of moving bronze, emerald, yellow,
Circle the throat and the arms of her,
And over the sands serpents move warily
Slow, menacing and submissive,
Swinging to the whistles and drums,
The whispering, whispering snakes,
Dreaming and swaying and staring,
But always whispering, softly whispering.
The dignity of the accursed;
The glory of slavery, despair, death,
Is in the dance of the whispering snakes.

Image: Sensuality, by Franz Stuck, oil on canvas, 1891
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