Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Summer Night Dyad

In honor of the last One Shot Wednesday hosted by the team that has brought so much encouragement and growth to so many writers, myself most of all, I'd like to dedicate this entry with the thanks of a full heart to 

Brian Miller, Adam Dustus, Pete Marshall, Chris Galford, Claudia Schoenfeld  
& Gay Cannon.

You will be missed.




Summer Night Dyad

I.

The Night, The Moon and The Lovers


Up and above in the swinging night,
far from red walls and flying knives,
the kestrel flies with a mouse in her mouth.
The scorpion wags her tail in the south.

The firedrake sleeps in his sulphurous cave
spooned in the high cliff above the wave.

A flickering lantern orange and brief
still fights the moon in her silver sheath;
two lovers sail in a boat of breath
and love till they have nothing left.

When the heart is spent and hollowed like clay,
it becomes a lamp to light the way

Skybluepink lips of deepest night
cup the moon in an overbite;
she’s a melting scoop of vanilla ice cream
 tipped in a cone of clouded dream.

The flame persists though the wind is sharp;
The faeries come out to dance to the harp.

II.

Shooting Star

The beating heart of night rocks
the star cradle on her breast gently gently
in the warm southern wind,
but still every so often a star falls out
bright and sudden, a streak thin as a broom straw
scratched off against purple floor,
a white chip on black china
a match that lights
and is blown out.

Oh to be in that cradle rocking, lulled
with the whistling of constellations,
the voice of a mother, vast and mild
caring as much as she can
for her brood of legion,
at the edge of
the ear
humming
lullabies;

to rock
and sleep
then
to fall,
a
brief
light
in the
dark
to 
wish 
on.


July 2011




Posted for   OneLastShotWednesday   at  OneStopPoetry



Process Note: Sky blue pink is a color my grandparents used to tease me with as a child. If I complained about wearing something, they would always say, "What do you want, a sky blue pink dress?"

Photo: Blue Moon with Skybluepink Clouds, by joy ann jones, july 2011


41 comments:

  1. Here was have two very different poems paired, like lovers coming to their greenwood bed, for the sake of night, its reaches, its rhythms strict and free, its otherness and intimacy. The lilt of the first section washed up against the very different soundscape of the second, almost jarringly, forcing this reader to go back, start again from "the beating heart of night" and pass through its altered proscenium. Perhaps because of your dedication I thought of different poets working away on their OneShot Wednesday poems, showing how much the same things have wonderfully plural applications. -- That, and a Hedgewitch blessing on all who read into a night which begins in faerie and ends up on the ramparts of Dunsinane. The Eye remains open, but the Thought spreads out, accommodating a vaster, colder stellar reach. So many crisp lines, each a bit o' the golden apple. A fine nighty-night to the forum. - Brendan

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  2. Lovely - especially how the poem takes the shape of a shooting star. And I appreciate the process note about sky blue pink - really personalizes the poem for me.

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  3. smiles...as brendan pointed out they are differnt yet play well together...you had me smiling and teary before the verse ever started...wishing on shooting stars as they burn up on the atmosphere...so you calling me space junk? cause you know that is probably some frozen waste from the shuttle skimming up there...smiles. this is lovely hedge...ty

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  4. Well done as usual. Am always impressed with how you can employ rhyme without it feeling forced.

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  5. Beautiful share.. I am rendered speechless by your words.

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  6. I enjoyed your lovely flowing words...so beautifully lilting and romantic, coming to and end with 'a brief light in the dark to wish on.' Gorgeous imagery.

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  7. Such a touching flow to your words, can really tell you went all out dedicating it to the onestop crew.

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  8. ...Skybluepink lips of deepest night/cup the moon in an overbite...

    Absolutely stellar.

    (Who will be hosting One Shot after this?)

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  9. What an inspirational and wonderful tribute! I love it all, but especially: 'when the heart is spent and hollowed like clay, it becomes a lamp to light the way.' I also love the way the poem ends like a shooting star. Brilliant!!

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  10. There will always be cradles to Rock...

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  11. A beautiful tribute. I love it!

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  12. Somehow there is a sense of magical legend living behind the yearnings and realities of dreams! Very beautiful!

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  13. My favorite lines:

    "Skybluepink lips of deepest night
    cup the moon in an overbite;"

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  14. Love the physical structure of how this poem ends almost as much as the wonderful language. The picture you draw in word and structure of a star falling, diminishing in brightness, was brilliant, Hedge.
    But even that tiny light still offers hope amidst the darkness. Thanks for reminding us to cherish that light.

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  15. How beautiful to bring these forms into a dyad. #1 is particularly beautiful to me; it reads like a classic, an old favorite.

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  16. so lyrical... and that skybluepink, such a sweet addition.

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  17. The dedication means the world, my friend, and the kind words you graced my work with on my blog - priceless. You are too kind. Your work, week after week, has always been a must-see for me, and your kindnesses have shone like a beacon these many months for all of us I'm sure. You are a true talent, and a wonder, and that you would share such words for us all - it is touching.

    Such a tribute. Such a flowing course of structured beauty. As Joe said before me - thank you for reminding us to cherish the light.

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  18. Thanks to all for your kind words and for taking the time to read. This is a sad night in so many ways, but also a night of new beginnings to look forward to.

    @Chris & brian: The work you do has no payment except our gratitude and your own satisfaction--so I give as much as I can of the former to encourage the latter. ;-)

    @Brendan: thank you so much for that felicitous comparison--I had mentally pegged these poems as 'holding hands'--written on the same night, to the same theme, but so different. And indeed, that's the thing that lovers bring each other, the difference which sparks both attraction and growth.

    @G-man: Yes, and that's a good thing, (now that I'm too old to rock em myself.)

    @Elizabeth: TY for liking those lines. I do, too.

    @Joseph: I'm glad you saw that in the piece. It's indeed a comfort to cherish, and for me always a wonder, when I see a shooting star.

    @Mark K: Thanks for the compliment. That old style is deep in my psyche, from childhood poetry reading, and sometimes it just busts loose.

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  19. Another lovely poem, so thoughtful of you to offer it as a dedication. So much sadness in the talk of endings. Seems just the other day Brendan encouraged me to post my tsunami poem to One Stop. Well, more new beginnings.

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  20. and I haven't heard skybluepink in many years but it was a common saying in my childhood...and a hopeful note to color the future...

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  21. Lovely use of unintrusive rhyme and the two poems used to complete the experience

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  23. Okay, one more time without the typonese...

    Upon re-reading with a fresh brain this morning, I'm liking that scorpion wagging her tail in the south...she sounds so familiar!

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  24. The lyrical and gorgeous language, meter and rhyme of the first, the imagery and beauty of both, multiply my pleasure in your pairings here. Lovers, mother and child, being loved, the light of love protected so beautifully, sing to me. Though One Shot Wednesday will close, like a shooting star, your honoring poem, like all your work, will remain a light in my mind-heart.

    So glad you're here writing.

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  25. Hedgewitch,
    You transport me, body and soul, with your poetry. Infinity good, in a realm that makes one stretch and fills the imagination.

    Oneshot might be closing, but I will be visiting these sites.

    Marvelous, my friend, and your handling of rhyme is so natural, unforced.

    Lady Nyo

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  26. Amazing. Some wonderful lines - too many to mention. I too remember skybluepink...and yes, I wanted that dress.

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  27. I really love the first part of this - my tongue always hangs out when I read your structured fantasy pieces. The shape of the second is very striking... we all need that shooting star to wish upon at times.

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  28. Thanks Lady Nyo, Kerry--appreciate your kind words.

    @Ruth I'm so glad you found some warmth in my celestial mother, even if she is out humming somewhere in the wild reaches of the imagination. Thank you much for reading, and for your generous words.

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  29. hedge this made me cry..honestly - i sit here all in tears...i won't talk about how brilliant your poem is but how deep it touched my heart. thanks for all your friendship and support and for being what you are..thanks

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  30. This was so rich in imagery.. and oh so dreamy... I think I even heard myself humming a tune as I was reading this one..
    Absolutely beautiful, Joy..
    "When the heart is spent and hollowed like clay,
    it becomes a lamp to light the way" -- if I were to pick my favorite lines from your pieces today, these would be the lines! Ofcourse, it doesn't mean I didn't love the other lines any less.. :)

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  31. oh... and i luuuuuurrrvvvv skybluepink.. ;-)

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  32. @Claudia : The least I could do is thank you guys for all you've done. Looking forward to meeting soon at the new pub.

    @Kavita: You're a doll to say all that. And I like those lines, too. Thanks.

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  33. Skyblue pink will always be a favorite color of mine now! These were so beautiful. I could see them in a child's book of verse, illustrated in watercolors and read before bedtime. Ah...

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  34. Great job. I loved the mirrored images from different dimensions. I do not understand the who'se leaving and why and what that means. Haven't been here that long. But it reads u r very passionate about it. I enjoyed it very much!

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  35. As usual masterly & accomplished work. I am always massively rewarded by visits here.

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  36. Thanks, James. And likewise for me with yours.

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  37. Love the way you structured it, Hedgewitch! Especially the second one!

    And yes, the loss of One Shot is gonna be a big one! :(

    My One Shot ~ A Poetic World

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  38. Your are so gifted. I usually dislike centre-aligned pieces that vary in line-length/are free verse, but visually the second is excellent centred. Prefer the second piece content-wise also, maybe because it isn't rhymed, but they are both very good (as per usual here!). Sad isn't it that OSP is closing the doors but a new one is opening and you and I shall meet there, I think?

    Warmest regards my friend

    Luke

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  39. Thanks, Luke. Yes, I had a little fun with the centering--play on the falling star.

    And yeah, I hope to be wiping down the tables and washing up the glasses every so often at the new pub. We can lift a glass together,I hope.

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  40. Its so beautiful... both I enjoyed... liked the image that you have had created and then the ending was perfect...
    to rock
    and sleep
    then
    to fall,
    a
    brief
    light
    in the
    dark
    to
    wish
    on.'

    Thanks for sharing...

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/07/whispers-cuckoos-song-and-smell-of-love.html

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