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:

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

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

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

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

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  5. 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!

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

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  7. Well conceived and well written.

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

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  9. Hi Gabriela-
    Thanks so much for your comment!

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

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  11. this is rapture..absolutely mesmerizing

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  12. 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.

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

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

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  15. A gorgeous poem.
    I especially love the final stanza.

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

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

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  18. 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!!

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  19. Hi Deborah-
    Many thanks for your visit and comment!

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  20. 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.

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  21. 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...

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  22. 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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  30. http://klarocca2010.wordpress.com/2010/10/12/awards-2/

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

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

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  33. 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!

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

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

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

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

    Wonder, beautiful imagery, creative, nice write.

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  38. 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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