Another Friday brings us to the table of word-ly repasts, dressed in white screen linen, with 55 plates thoughtfully placed for each serving. Meanwhile, the world continues on its path around the sun seemingly oblivious as human society as we know it continues to devolve into chaos on its path to self-immolation; still, perhaps we've had some glimpses of hope this week in the brave determination of a new generation suddenly and brutally coming of age in the flux. Let's hope so, and regardless, let us offer our own hope,or lack of it, or just our dreams, in 55 words of poetry or prose, no more, no less, as we remember the absent but constant Galen Hayes, who managed to face each Friday with a light hand and a kind word.
As always, please link your effort in the comments below between Friday and Sunday morning, and I will be by to read.
As for me, I have a little nonsense to offer, that's all...
Under the sword
you don't even blink
as if such things
can hold no power.
My hair is crimped lead
but you hold me up
eyes softer with
sheen than your ebony sides.
It's not modern to faint
but of course I do
when taken by myth
blood-alive in a man
souled by a minotaur.
Image via internet, attribution to Gabrielle Bakker, but no such work was found on her website. All rights reserved to the author.
Am I terrible for giggling much too loudly at a ridiculous hour of the morning? I hope not. Because I just giggled, even cackled. And I needed that myth-kissed fainting giggle. I think most of us do (if our loose hold on sanity is to be kept through the madness that is our current reality). So, thank you for the swooning lady... and the souled man-animal.ReplyDelete
Giggles are always welcome--I loved this picture, but I also felt it had some... exploitable characteristics. Still, his eyes are just magical...who wouldn't swoon? ;)Delete
His eyes, his super-delicate hands, and the look on his face... magical, indeed.Delete
And here is my "Warped" bit for this week:ReplyDelete
Loved this, Magally--so tightly composed and yet so free-spirited and soaring. Always a joy to read your loe poems. Well, pretty much anything you write, actually.Delete
I have nothing new the past few days... headed to my aunt's service in a few hours, so out for the weekend. Nonetheless, hope you have a kick-ass weekend...
My thoughts are with you, M, as you say farewell to that amazing woman. I know you must be very proud of her, and indeed, your whole family for what they have accomplished, and contributed to our world. Best vibes your way.Delete
well, something, after all, if I made it under the wire. drove up Friday, back Saturday (about 400 miles each way); the boys didn't make the trip. ah, well.Delete
the far end of the day
A grueling trip, in a lot of ways, yet one very much worth it, I'm sure--thanks for finding such clean words to pass on to us(and the boys, who may pay more attention some day) her amazing story.Delete
Our history is just a personal take on the mystery -- if we would look, we would see so much swimming primordially amid our everyday ... This virgin sacrifice, this yield to the animal Other, shows us that horns and steel are a little bit of rape and a lot of bull. I found this lovingly wistful and wry as combed iron. And sure beats grieving fate. Hymen and amen! A kick ass weekend to you on this jocular ejaculate of hooves humping happy.ReplyDelete
My 55: https://blueoran.wordpress.com/2018/03/02/marmennill/
A little nonsense is always helpful if one can find it somewhere, yes? ;_) But there is a lot of archetype there too, as you note. Don't we all long to be overpowered by something fierce yet protective and gentle? Thanks for reading, and for writing, too--you have no idea how much your words are little lights that make things less shadowy in this particular nightfall I'm living.Delete
Minotaurs aren't modern either, so no worries. He is quite the striking fellow; I think I'd cast my lot in with him too.ReplyDelete
Just a lovely mood and feel to this Shay. Thanks so much for playing.Delete
You have the amazing ability to see beneath or through the layers of paint to the essence beneath - I love the descriptors, like the leaden hair and the soft sheen of the minotaur's eyes.ReplyDelete
I, too, have stitched a little something together. I'm feel like I am forcing the words out from a locked room and hoping they look like something passable on the page.
Far more than passable, but I do know exactly what you mean. We long to protect our hatchlings no matter if they have learned to fly--because we know how vulnerable a young bird can be. A very neat and put-together 55. (And thanks for your kind words.)Delete
I agree. Kerry's was a lot more than passable!Delete
I think it's fair to swoon for such a wonderful beast... I love how you have described that great fall into the myth of blood-alive in a man.ReplyDelete
I wrote a bit from our winter in Sweden.
I really enjoyed that, Bjorn, especially the reference to fimbulwinter. Thanks for playing, and for excusing my swoon. ;)Delete
...and further foolishness:ReplyDelete
nothing foolish here--just excellent poetry. Thanks for doubling up, Shay.Delete
Woohoo - I made it in time this week! Thanks, with a tip of the hat to you and G-man.
Yay--made it with time to spare! And a sad, strong 55 it is, Mary. I so hope this story changes before I have to close the book.Delete
Thanks everyone who came by to play or to read. See you next week.ReplyDelete