Sunday, November 8, 2020

Mooncandle

 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Mooncandle
 
 

I put my candle in a jar
when all the songs were sung
to send across the raving sea
to the lost land of the young.
 
I watched its flame-eye shake and spill
across the mad night sky
til frozen waves and silver snakes
knew more of it than I.
 
Light and dark were dancing.
Beach and tide were dancing.
Man and beast were dancing.
Together---
away---
one covered the other
like a morality play.
 
But a spark from the mind
the heart's testing tide
keep a candle alive,
cover wrong with right,
 
burn a flame as bright
as the white moon's sail
untangling herself
from night's matted tail. 
 
 
 
 

November 8, 2020




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Process notes: Land of The Young: "In Irish mythology Tír na nÓg ; Land of the Young) or Tír na hÓige (Land of Youth) is one of the names for the Celtic Otherworld... [it]is depicted as an island paradise and supernatural realm of everlasting youth, beauty, health, abundance and joy"~ wikipedia
Morality play: "an allegorical drama popular in Europe especially during the 15th and 16th centuries, in which the characters personify moral qualities (such as charity or vice) or abstractions (as death or youth) and in which moral lessons are taught."~Brittanica



 
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10 comments:

  1. I love everything here, esp the language of light's journey through madness and return. A message in a bottle indeed. The act of preservation in the first stanza, "when all the songs were sung" (terrific metaphor) the "raving sea" and the hope it would reach the young. The journey "across the mad night sky" so good, but this: "frozen waves and silver snakes knew more of it than I" lost into the place beyond human, the land of demons and dragons. The dancing, dancing, dancing repetition was fantastic, sets us up for any possibility. And then the miracle that light untangles and is transformed, not just a small flame, now a sail, a way forward, the means to navigate and cross the seas ourselves.

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  2. I love that closing stanza so much, Joy. But even more then that, I love that the Orange Blight got sprayed and dug up, thrown into the garbage can of history. Few have ever deserved it more. I was amazed at how emotional I was, like not knowing you were holding your breath until you let go.

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  3. Everyone was dancing yesterday. I love the title Mooncandle, and this beautiful poem. I'm with Shay, it felt like I had been holding my breath without knowing it. We have hope again, along with the donald's hystrionics, which, unfortunately, will stir his base, as he intends. I heard he wants to run again in 2024. Has he not had enough? WE have!

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  4. Breathtaking poetry ... morality play reminds me of several psychodramas I have participated in .... though I don't recall learning anything ~ moral or otherwise. (I would love, love to hear Brandi Carlile sing this.)

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  5. From the song and dance to moon and flame these hopes and thoughts ebb and flow like waves reaching further and further inward to the soul. A poignant and gorgeous poem Joy! It will linger in my thoughts like a song for a long long time!

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  6. Love this!! It's the kind of poem that lifts the hairs on the back of your neck.

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  7. Love frozen waves and silver snakes. Wonderful poem, Joy!

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  8. Love this poem. I feel relief and angst about how things are going since the election. No matter what I have a clear conscious I never supported or voted for the orange blight that continues to tantrum with evil.

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  9. I always favored 'America the Beautiful", and to me, this pen rings like that ~

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    1. Thanks, M. Appreciate you coming by, tho I fear these latest efforts are more struggle than poetry. May the holidays be kind to you.

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