Thursday, October 14, 2010

MAGPIE/ #36

                                       photo/ willow/ magpie tales


PORTAL

Some fly at night.
I like to fly in the morning.
Some mistake me for a moth
just because I linger at the flame.

But as soon as the door
swings open, I'm seen,
a nymph, to amuse or alarm.

A beam of light,
from the open portal,
shines through my wings,
today the color of peridot,
green as a neon bud,
lucent and shedding
angel dust.

I've lingered long enough
without identity,
first a ghost of hopeless prospects,
then a minor Satyress,
sitting on the edge of beds,
urging lover's arms
to enfold the air in which I float,
before they choose the damsel.

A rosary of names
hangs round my neck
and the wind will whisper
the one I am.
Someone will choose
to call out to me
when they pray
to Heaven for help.


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What a terrific Prompt this week from Willow.   Please read all the other's who've written their excellent posts!

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43 comments:

Diane T said...

Astonishing writing, I love that you are mistaken for a moth!

Derrick said...

Oh, I love this one, Lyn. A "minor Satyress", you? Never!

Lyn said...

Hi Diane-
I'm so happy that you liked this effort..as usual, I'm also surprised..but that's poetry!!

Lyn said...

Hi Derrick-
I'm really thrilled by your comment..and Derrick, even "minor" is good enough for me!!

izzy said...

I like to fly period!
but if we couldn't be heard or felt
and responded to- I would be lonely.
so- amuse, more than alarm I think,
sometimes we have to alarm to make attention focus where it needs to be!

Lyn said...

Hi izzy-
Yes, let's ring those alarm bells when we must!!And thanks so much for dropping by...

Berowne said...

Well conceived and well written.

Lyn said...

Hi Berowne-
Good to hear from you and thanks for your kind words...

Gabriela Abalo said...

beautiful writing!!

:)

gautami tripathy said...

Well thought out. Great piece of writing..

fortune tellers

Lyn said...

Hi Gabriela-
Thanks so much for your comment!

Lyn said...

Hi gautami-
It was one of those poems that just seemed to be there! Thanks...

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

this is rapture..absolutely mesmerizing

Friko said...

I like your many-faceted creature. All manifestations are light, airy and delicate, ready to dissolve into poetry at a breath of air.

Thank you for visiting; I shall come back often and often.

Lyn said...

Hi Rene-
I'm overwhelmed by your comment! More than kind...

Lyn said...

Hi Friko-
Dissolving into poetry is a place I like to be! So happy to exchange visits with you...

Giovanni said...

A gorgeous poem.
I especially love the final stanza.

Kristen Haskell said...

Oh this is something special. I love peridot it is such a gorgeous green and the bit about a rosary of names just wonderful.

Deborah said...

Beautifuly written.

Lyn said...

Hi Giovanni-
I thank you for your lovely comment..First stanza, first words, that's generally the lightbulb moment!

Lyn said...

Hi Kristen-
Commend you on your letter to Prompt..and always happy to hear from you..thank you so much! Must find my peridot ring!!

Lyn said...

Hi Deborah-
Many thanks for your visit and comment!

willow said...

This piece is brilliant, Lyn. I love-love-love "some mistake me for a moth
just because I linger at the flame" and "a rosary of names hangs round my neck and the wind will whisper the one I am". Gorgeous, all of it.

Lyn said...

Hi Willow-
I tip my hat to you..somehow you know what will set my unconscious rolling!! Thank you..
I think we do get to know ourselves through poetry...

A Cuban In London said...

What amazing piece! I loved that beginning: Some fly at night.
I like to fly in the morning.
Some mistake me for a moth
just because I linger at the flame."

Many thanks.

Greetings from London.

Lyn said...

Greetings to a Cuban-
It's always interesting to find a poem..and thanks for being so supportive..
your last post was amazing!!

Catalyst said...

Terrific, Lyn.

Lyn said...

Hi Catalyst-
Why, thank you so much...really appreciated!

kathi harris said...

Wd b nice 2 b able 2 fly. Then u cd b on ur own schedule.

Lyn said...

Hi Kathi-
Thanks..in dreams and poetry we can!!!

Brian Miller said...

wow. i love your closing stanza much...the rosary of names, the wind calling....tight magpie!

Lyn said...

Hi Brian-
So pleased at your response..I think I may try crafting a rosary of names!! Thanks...

Tumblewords: said...

How gorgeous this piece is - it sings with delight and strength.

awards-2 said...

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Lyn said...

Hi Tumblewords-
That certainly was lovely! thank you...

Lyn said...

Hi awards-2
So happy to receive this award..thanks!!

Jannie Funster said...

I really really like the "neon bud." I can see it perfectly. And the rosary of names hanging around your neck.

Just an awesome poem!

Lyn said...

Hi Jannie-
So glad that you enjoyed the poem, and thanks so much for visiting...

C.M. Jackson said...

amazing poem---great magpie!

Lyn said...

Hi C.M.Jackson-
Such a nice thing to say! Welcome..

little hat said...

If its the light that inspired you That was also what drew me in. Liked your wispy untouchable friend beaming throught the portal.

Reflections said...

love the line...'mistaken for a moth'....

Wonder, beautiful imagery, creative, nice write.

joanny said...

Endowed with charm and fantasy -- the moth appears to be a metaphor for a corresponding spiritual vibration. a lovely poem.

cheers,
joanny
http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/

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