ARC OF THE RAINBOW/ Poetry Potluck #34

WHO CAN RESIST this week's Poetry Potluck #34 ?
Color, Spring, and Rainbow!  Count me in...

ARC OF THE RAINBOW

I stood in the green arc
of the rainbow,
the other colors hovering,
waiting to absorb me,
make me red or yellow.

But blue, itself heavenly,
lifted me upwards
towards the sky.

All pooled into white,
a light turned on,

the beckoning path,
where familiar faces
looked my way,
hands waving me on.

But I decided to go back,
carrying a pot of gold,
hoping to spend it well.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #44

                                        photo/ willow/ Magpie Tales #44


SLEIGH RIDE

It looked like a hill to me,
a cement sidewalk slanting down to Lydig.
In the summertime I skated
beside the apartment buildings,
starting atop Brady Av,
speeding along Wallace,
passing my building on the corner,
and stopping to unbuckle my skates
for an ice cream when I reached Good Humor.

The metal wheels came to a stop
when I fell or bumped into one of the old ladies
folding her wooden chair,
even sometimes my very own grandmother,
chair in hand yelling, you're going to kill yourself,
who goes so fast, are you crazy?
All in English and Russian and
what was she talking about?

But when the snow piled on the sidewalk,
just around THE HOLIDAYS!!
I pulled my sled out of the creepy storage bin
in the basement of my building,
heard a noise that sounded
like my heart beat
in that pile of Mama's junk.

I grabbed the wooden sled,
caught a splinter right away,
sucked the blood and spit it out,
pulled my Flyer into snowy daylight,
to the top of the hill, my winter paradise,
and away I went, no old ladies in my way,
all sitting at their windows
sipping a glass of hot tea.

maybe dreaming of a sleigh ride
that took them to streets paved with gold,

the way I am today,
and never coming back
once I hit the first star.


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Thanks, once again, Willow, for lighting my fire!!  Poetry lives!!  Magpie, forever!!


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Afternoon At The Museum

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxROYAL CROWN
X
THIS WAS THE DAY THAT
YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO
MEET ME ON THE STEPS
of The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Remember? Afghanistan:
Hidden Treasures from
the National Museum,
Kabul. Now you remember!!
x
So where were you? There I
was, clutching my red rose,
so you'd spot me...Well, since
you couldn't make it, I'll tell
you all about it.
x
As I previously mentioned,
the exhibit celebrates the heritage
and rescue of precious treasures,
thought to have been stolen or
destroyed. Thankfully saved and
gathered, organized by the National
Geographic Society, and the National
Gallery of Art, Washington.
x
Upon entering the exhibit, bright
lights find a huge Corinthian Capital,
limestone, 145 B.C. Found
at Ai Khanum.
Turning, one sees a fragment of a
glass bowl, clear, beautifully etched,
2200-1900 B.C. found at Tepe Fullol.
Next, a ceremonial plaque of Cybele
and Her Chariot, from the 3rd century B.C.,
shimmering with a gilded silver,
as if it were in the sunlight.
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An impressive Hemispherical Sundial,
limestone, large enough to sit on.
145 B.C., the fragment was actually
calibrated for Ai Khanum's Northern
Latitude.
Amazingly preserved, a tiny bone
statuette of a Nude Female,
6 inches tall, as detailed as if
it were life size. Ai Khanum.
x
There were a number of fish-shaped
glass flasks, well preserved, used
as perfume bottles, which were
popular throughout the Roman Empire.
I would wish to have one of these,
just to dip into some seductive scent.
There was creamy alabaster dish,
with a Ram's head handle, Roman
tableware, used for offerings of wine
during ceremonies.
Dozens and dozens more spectacular
pieces, huge and tiny, gilt and glass.
x
One of my favorites is shown above
in the photo. A Royal Crown, gold,
having belonged to a Princess, has
a remarkable and practical property.
It can be collapsed, taken apart into
6 separate sections for easy travel.
And then put together again,
when the Princess wishes.
x
If this extraordinary exhibit finds its
way to your neighborhood museum,
run, do not walk...

Exhibit

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Headdress/Pendant/ Gold, Turquoise
x
I JUST RECEIVED AN INVITATION
to the exhibition:
"AFGHANISTAN, HIDDEN TREASURES
from
THE NATIONAL MUSEUM, KABUL."
X
AT: THE METROPOLITAN MUSEUM of ART,
N.Y.C.
x
Meet me on the steps in front of the Museum
on Wed., June 17, 2009, at 1:00 PM. I have an
extra ticket. It will be fun. How will you know
me? Red rose in lapel, of course!
x
from the invitation :
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Ancient Afghanistan, at the crossroads of major trade
routes, was home to many civilizations of Asia, where
countless artistic influences mixed. The exhibition
celebrates this heritage, and the rescue of the precious
treasures, thought to have been stolen or destroyed.
Highlights are: gold vessels from the Bronze Age,
architectural elements and sculpture from Ai Khanum,
Indian style ivories, Roman glass, items traded along the
Silk Road, inlaid gold jewelry and objects from the tombs
at Tillya Tepe.
x

By the time the Taliban were driven from power

in Nov. 2001, The National Museum of Afghanistan

had lost two-thirds of its collection of 100,000

artworks and artifacts. Etched into the sandstone

of the Bamiyan Mountains are the remains of the

colossal Buddha of Mamiyan that stood for 1500

years. The Taliban required several weeks of

bombings to finally crumble the monuments, which

they saw as an affront to their religion.