Thursday, January 16, 2014

Myth keeper



I hide doors 
I dye garments blue
Until
candles melt
to blackness

Ashes coil
& crown
yew trees kings

Wild is your murmuring
in cold
knuckled night

For you,
I gift my silver tongue
& red purple feathers

For you,
I keep the moon 
silent
veiled behind murky clouds

Until

you flame 
once more

glorious as phoenix  


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub 
Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Get Listed with Brendan - Moon Madness - Sadly I only saw the moon sporadically in pre-dawn as it was very cloudy.  

Picture  credit:    here

53 comments:

  1. Rise anew with flames so bright it can illuminate the night

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  2. love the flaming renewal...and my fav. lines are 'I gift my silver tongue
    & red purple feathers'...this is exquisitely beautiful....

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  3. Oooo! I love the diferent ways a tongue motif runs through your poems. ANd here from flame to flame, preserving teh murmurings!

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  4. Such stirring lines, Grace. Very beautiful poetry full of meanings and implications.

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  5. I love this Grace and the picture is awsome!!

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  6. I like "Wild is your murmuring
    in cold
    knuckled night"

    I am not seeing the moon much recently either, Grace.

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  7. many good lines in this...and excellent use of prompt words...

    For you,
    I keep the moon
    silent
    veiled behind murky clouds

    Until

    you flame
    once more

    glorious as phoenix

    great last lines Grace

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  8. nice.. i love the trees kings and dyeing garments blue until the candles melt to blackness..very cool images grace

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  9. very cool....yew tree kings made me think of we three kings.....i like knuckles as a verb as well...keeping the moon silent so they can flame and be reborn as a phoenix is very cool too...

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  10. I like the romantic notion of someone being strong enough to keep the moon veiled if that is when "Wild is your murmuring
    in cold
    knuckled night"

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  11. Wild is your murmuring
    in cold
    knuckled night

    I esp., love that!

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  12. I am in agreement with the others I so like the stanza that begins "wild is your murmuring" Beautiful piece Grace

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  13. hear and passion, re-birthed. Beautiful and powerful

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  14. A wonderful setting. Great imagery throughout. And the ending is exquisite.
    -HA

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  15. I love the picture to start with.. I noticed the full moon bicycling home.. really a great starting point that I did want to use myself... Good that I didn't ... you did much better.

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  16. "I dye garments blue
    Until
    candles melt
    to blackness"

    What a lovely set up to the night…

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  17. Great creation of an atmosphere in your poem, Grace! Lovely photo.

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  18. Grace I like the use of mythics in this. >KB

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  19. A perfect poem with wonderful choices as verbs, adjectives and adverbs..nouns, prepositions.....;)

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  20. This touched my heart. Beautiful...simply beautiful.

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  21. "Wild is your murmuring
    in cold
    knuckled night"

    That's really beautiful, Grace.

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  22. So vivid and mystical. Love that first stanza.

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  23. A glorious from me too - truly glorious. (I wish I had written it!)
    Anna :o]

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  24. Beautiful images, Grace. I enjoyed both verbs and verb-derivatives.

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  25. A tunnel of cloud to the moon that shines ~ sadly once again I cannot or do not have a favourite verse or line as this is magically written. Have a wonderful week-end.

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  26. I love how your verbs enhance to imagery here. Very passionate and beautifully composed.

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  27. This is lovely Grace, your imagery is very vivid....

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  28. I love this: ashes coil and crown yew trees king... something about that.. lovely. Great poem.

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  29. This made me think of a rebirth of the soul :)

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  30. There has to be anticipation and mysterious happenings before success can be tasted. I seem to feel it here in your poem. Wonderful write Grace!

    Hank

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  31. For you, for you ~ for us, a most lovely poem.

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  32. So nice, Grace. "For you, I will..." I like our moon picture too. Ours has been full and large just this week! I have tried to take a picture but my camera won't' cooperate. If I would think about it when it is on the horizon I might could have caught it. BTW, I hope your poet makes her catch.
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    1. Only my "Y" key is not cooperating with you, Grace. I am sorry, but I do 'like your moon picture.'
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  33. vivid and powerful, I feel as though I can hear the spell.

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  34. that 2nd stanza, Grace.... happy Friday ~

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  35. Love the way you turned this. One woman's moon is another's womb, the bald churchyard at midnight become a bed. Yes.

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  36. cool...I love this...For you,
    I keep the moon
    silent
    veiled behind murky clouds. :)

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  37. You know why they always publish those gray scale pictures of the full moon don't you Grace? Never go a night without mooning the dawn.

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  38. I love this! Very beautiful and mysterious.

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  39. A terrific piece, Grace. I always love my stops at your place; your work reminds me of why I bother to write poetry at all; your work is full of grace (no pun intended); really enjoyed your take on the prompt.

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  40. Grace - such a powerful piece - simple, effective and romantic. I love this one.

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  41. Beautiful and romantic, Grace. :-) Happy weekend.

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  42. oh I just love that -for you I keep the moon silent part.

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  43. for you i keep the moon silent - definitely my favorite lines of a beautiful poem

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  44. quite nice. subtlly enticing much like a silent moon awaiting the 'phoenix'

    gracias, 'gracefully' written

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  45. LOVE this, Grace!
    "Wild is your murmuring
    in cold
    knuckled night"
    absolutely stunning!
    i hope your year is off to a good start!

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  46. beautiful! surreal....love the wordplay

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  47. Love the wordplay...beautiful write.

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  48. I really liked this poem! It is very mystic and imaginative.

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