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Friday, August 21, 2009

The Harp In The Circle

Medusa's Kitchen published this very recent poem today



THE HARP IN THE CIRCLE


The hard songs come through

Holes in the night sky,

An impending electricity of purpose

Gathers into patterns, constellations

Remembered from dares we took

As children, stories around

The night time fires,

The stars, reminders of our bone

Dust congealed within our sorry bodies.


Touched with grace for a moment,

they are able to form a mouth,

then a music, then a welter of instruments.


We hear them as animal voices,

Frogs and loons, crow talk,

The coughing of a cat,

Slap of fish on quiet water.


Oh let us sing the hard songs.

Songs of goodbye and of parting,

Of winds on the moors and

Mists moving across bogs

where plants eat meat,

Dreaming they are gods,

Where love flees a room

Dense with violins and clarinet

Laments. Pieces of loves across

Ages of time, dead ancestors

And friends turn from our embrace

To ride the night sky forever,

To pour through shining holes in the night sky.


Monday, August 17, 2009



A couple of images by Henry Justice Ford, one of my favorite illustrators

Medusa published this rock picture on Saturday.