It’s that time of year again … Time to write, read, listen to, share and enjoy poetry! This years theme is wonder, celebrating nature and magic and here are three poems by yours truly in that theme. Enjoy.
The Etymologist
Alabaster monoliths; what lies beneath
you written tombs whitewashed of
meaning, speechless laments of
forgotten definitions? Each remnant note
lost in century’s time
inked tokens of what was once read and
understood. If I were to excavate your
origins beneath pallid palimpsests once
so bright, now cenotaphs to vanished
voices,
what would I discover? Connotations
deciphered through serif strokes of
present-day pens? A metamorphic fossil-
phrase sans meaning?
Transmuted, yet bearing vestiges of the
meaning you once conveyed.
Clio
‘Neath hands lichen stone,
gentle textures teach fingers;
read history’s braille.
And looking again
with hindsight my carriage to
a time before us.
To see glacial blade
carving mountains, drumlins and
hills—primordial craft.
Unrelenting teeth
whittling shards beneath eat;
thaw reveals masterpiece.
Roll on eons and
I see us devastate;
lake recreated.
Ever damning, this
structure bars an ancient force
awaiting its age.
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That’s old magic in there.
This way strays from main path
of gravelly order where lies deep black
waters for sure. Yet this rutted route,
in shade of pines and deciduous trees,
where does it go? Winding up rocky
outcrop carved by a wet winter’s stream.
Needle-fall carpets of rust orange rising
out of sight.
Your outer wanderer hesitates where your
inner wonderer wakes. There’s the pull of
conflicting plans. You know where the gravel
lands. There’s reward in treading paths
well-known. But this trail; where will you
be thrown? To misfortune or providence?
You step closer for a better look and breathe
deep of pine and broadleaves. Now you hear,
as if by magic,
the stream.
Deep moss and pine and broadleaf green;
pixies beneath mushroom refuge, trolls,
their rockfaces in the crags, imps cloaked
in ferns. You better step back and back again
and back
once more
Just to be sure.
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A side-step from my usual novel-sized offerings yet still with strong leanings to my love of fantasy and sci-fi, with odes to nature, a long-form memory poetry.
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