Saturday, October 30, 2021

Will O The Wisp

 
 
 
 

 
 
Will O The Wisp


 
 I walk tonight
and wish to be
the burn in a lantern;
I walk tonight
in the darkness.

In the darkness
with a black moon
on a path you can't see,
in the darkness
following me.
 
Following me: all
 the days and the years
in bright dresses
swallowing Orion,
coming to me.

Coming to me
with the twist of a moon
gone black in the sky,
coming to me with
wishes and bones.
 
Wishes and bones
are all I am,
and lantern's burn.
Wishes and bones and
fire in darkness.
 
 
 
 
 October 2021







 
 
 
 
 

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Note: This isn't a form per se, tho it's something like second cousin once removed to a cascade. I just made it up.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Images: Deadlight, 2010 ©joyannjones 
Lantern photo via Sunday Muse   Fair Use
 

17 comments:

  1. Oh my. That third stanza went straight through me. The whole poem is understated, but pulls, like something heavier than expected. It's almost--but not quite--despairing at the end, but in such a clever way that it seems no more than a night breeze.Never mind me, wavin', not drowning. It's as ight as a memory and sad as a bird in a cage. I love it, even though it very gently broke my heart.

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  2. It feels like the poem is drawing the reader outward yet inward all at once. This is absolutely beautiful Joy. As Shay has spoken, it has a deep sad feel, but is so wonderfully woven it guides us through effortlessly like soothing rain. It is a magnificent 2nd cousin once removed cascade! It is always wonderful to have you join us at the Muse Joy!!

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  3. I am intrigued by this form. I love the wishing to be the burn in a lantern....and "wishes and bones are all that I am." Wonderful!

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  4. Oh! Oh! "the days and the years / in bright dresses / swallowing Orion" That's amazing. The last line is a powerhouse. All the repetition creating the tight-rope the reader has to walk across. Never look down. The "cascade" has a lot going for it. Perfect name for the form.

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  5. wishes and bones.

    that's a philosophy, a whole universe in three words ~

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  6. For me, the form you've created evokes/suits the shifting, flowing shape of that supernatural, ethereal light that is only seen at night, returning to look again as the phrasing is repeated within the poem. A beautiful read.

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  7. It's difficult to draw out exactly how I find this, captivating, enchanting...they all seem to be words that evoke sparkle rather than the deep pull of a poem on the edge of gravity well. Once read, it leads to another reading.

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  8. I wish to be the burn in a lantern ... for the rest of my days ... your poem is gorgeous and whatever the form, you need to copyright it!!

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  9. H.,
    What a gorgeous read! Your words pulled me right in and didn't let go till the last drop of burning emotion. Brilliant use of form to create that chant-like quality that mesmerizes.
    pax,
    dora

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  10. Joy, the repetitions work so well. I like the economy of words with the maximum of impact. A beautiful characterization of a haunting phenomenon.

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  11. Wishes and bones. Skeketal and Haloweeny

    Happy Sunday

    Much💜love

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  12. and in the end we will be but ash, remnants of the what we once were. I found myself wishing to be light though the journey of darkness. I feel a bit unsettled but, I guess it's just me...a dwarf star in a vast universe.

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  13. Oh I love your poem. If it's not a form, it should be. That final stanza is wonderful.

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  14. A made up form...a wonderful one. "I walk tonight and wish to be the burn in a lantern." What a way to begin the poem. I wish to be a flame and not the soot is what I am feeling right now. This gives me so many feels. I relate to your poem. Beautiful writing as always.

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  15. I love this form, it adds to the solemnity and weight of your words. And starting and ending with the burn of the lantern - well, that's brilliant.

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