Thursday, November 22, 2012


Mayon volcano, Philippines


is a kind of ash
that blows in volcano wind,
falling opal featherscales hissed
off by firesnakes that coil
islands in the sea,
all we have left perhaps
of rocky miles of ore and gold
stacked heavy in earth's shadowbox
melting in a pressured flux
spit out to lift a mountain
from the fire.

~November 2012

55 serpent feathers for   the g-man
Happy Thanksgiving to All

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  1. Glorious, Hedge. Love the idea of "earth's shadowbox" and, especially, the pressured flux that "lift(s) a mountain from the fire." Wowzers!

  2. Beautiful poem. Happy Thanksgiving :)

  3. wow...pretty crazy imagery when it comes to gratitude...i think i would be glad to survive a volcanic eruption....smiles...lifting mountains from the fire is a cool thought...happy turkey day hedge

  4. Yeah Hedgewitch...
    Earth Spewage makes me giddy too.
    Especially when glorified by the like of YOU!
    Loved your molten 55
    Thanks for playing, thanks for sharing your wonderful gift of creative genius with us all, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

  5. I never thought of it that way, what your last few lines describe, but I guess that is what a volcano does, doesn't it?

    Happy Thanksgiving, Witchy. I am grateful year-round for you.

  6. I'm thinking quetzcoatl but can't spell it or some Phoenix type thing, on iPad so not typing well. A super intriguing poem. To me the feeling is somehow that gratitude is just never enough--almost like the dregs of all that ore--and yet there it. Is, spitting up mountains, so terribly powerful too, and that seems an immensely good way too describe it. Your ingenuity and kindness are greatly appreciated. K.

  7. I wish I had half your imagination to dream up this amazing analogies... really, this one leaves me pretty speechless.

  8. Wow! You are so amazing in your creativity! I love the imagery of earth's shadowbox.

  9. your diversity of texture is vibrant. ash, wind, ore, melting, spit, fire. it is everything gratitude is. killer poem!

  10. Kind of gratitude,reminder,respect. She lives. "If music be the food of love. Then laughter is it's queen"


"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats

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