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
Rise anew with flames so bright it can illuminate the night
ReplyDeletelove the flaming renewal...and my fav. lines are 'I gift my silver tongue
ReplyDelete& red purple feathers'...this is exquisitely beautiful....
Oooo! I love the diferent ways a tongue motif runs through your poems. ANd here from flame to flame, preserving teh murmurings!
ReplyDeleteSuch stirring lines, Grace. Very beautiful poetry full of meanings and implications.
ReplyDeleteI love this Grace and the picture is awsome!!
ReplyDeleteI like "Wild is your murmuring
ReplyDeletein cold
knuckled night"
I am not seeing the moon much recently either, Grace.
many good lines in this...and excellent use of prompt words...
ReplyDeleteFor you,
I keep the moon
silent
veiled behind murky clouds
Until
you flame
once more
glorious as phoenix
great last lines Grace
nice.. i love the trees kings and dyeing garments blue until the candles melt to blackness..very cool images grace
ReplyDeletevery 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...
ReplyDeleteI like the romantic notion of someone being strong enough to keep the moon veiled if that is when "Wild is your murmuring
ReplyDeletein cold
knuckled night"
Wild is your murmuring
ReplyDeletein cold
knuckled night
I esp., love that!
I am in agreement with the others I so like the stanza that begins "wild is your murmuring" Beautiful piece Grace
ReplyDeleteScintillating!
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
ReplyDeletehear and passion, re-birthed. Beautiful and powerful
ReplyDeleteA wonderful setting. Great imagery throughout. And the ending is exquisite.
ReplyDelete-HA
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.
ReplyDelete"I dye garments blue
ReplyDeleteUntil
candles melt
to blackness"
What a lovely set up to the night…
Great creation of an atmosphere in your poem, Grace! Lovely photo.
ReplyDeleteGrace I like the use of mythics in this. >KB
ReplyDeleteA perfect poem with wonderful choices as verbs, adjectives and adverbs..nouns, prepositions.....;)
ReplyDeleteThis touched my heart. Beautiful...simply beautiful.
ReplyDelete"Wild is your murmuring
ReplyDeletein cold
knuckled night"
That's really beautiful, Grace.
So vivid and mystical. Love that first stanza.
ReplyDeleteA glorious from me too - truly glorious. (I wish I had written it!)
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Beautiful images, Grace. I enjoyed both verbs and verb-derivatives.
ReplyDeleteA 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.
ReplyDeleteI love how your verbs enhance to imagery here. Very passionate and beautifully composed.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely Grace, your imagery is very vivid....
ReplyDeleteI love this: ashes coil and crown yew trees king... something about that.. lovely. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteThis made me think of a rebirth of the soul :)
ReplyDeleteThere has to be anticipation and mysterious happenings before success can be tasted. I seem to feel it here in your poem. Wonderful write Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
For you, for you ~ for us, a most lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteSo 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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Only my "Y" key is not cooperating with you, Grace. I am sorry, but I do 'like your moon picture.'
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vivid and powerful, I feel as though I can hear the spell.
ReplyDeletethat 2nd stanza, Grace.... happy Friday ~
ReplyDeleteLove the way you turned this. One woman's moon is another's womb, the bald churchyard at midnight become a bed. Yes.
ReplyDeletecool...I love this...For you,
ReplyDeleteI keep the moon
silent
veiled behind murky clouds. :)
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.
ReplyDeleteI love this! Very beautiful and mysterious.
ReplyDeleteA 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.
ReplyDeleteGrace - such a powerful piece - simple, effective and romantic. I love this one.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and romantic, Grace. :-) Happy weekend.
ReplyDeleteoh I just love that -for you I keep the moon silent part.
ReplyDeletefor you i keep the moon silent - definitely my favorite lines of a beautiful poem
ReplyDeletequite nice. subtlly enticing much like a silent moon awaiting the 'phoenix'
ReplyDeletegracias, 'gracefully' written
I keep the moon....
ReplyDeleteLOVE this, Grace!
ReplyDelete"Wild is your murmuring
in cold
knuckled night"
absolutely stunning!
i hope your year is off to a good start!
♥
beautiful! surreal....love the wordplay
ReplyDeleteLove the wordplay...beautiful write.
ReplyDeleteI really liked this poem! It is very mystic and imaginative.
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