The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXVIII~

The Muse/Poets of the Lair | June 11, 2006 | bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and me...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©
2002

[starbase]

It's my pleasure to post in the Lair! I was even hoping you'd write an answer piece to this one!

[Soaring Feather]

Let me get myself together... to see if I can strum up some muse.;)


I have not been up very long.;(

[starbase]

Of course! Try the coffee..

[picture of steaming cup of coffee that I don't know how to post and don't have anyway goes here]

[Soaring Feather]

It was a long night of grotesque dreams
surreal images, thick in fog
I was grasping for the magic muse string
but it kept recoiling away
like someone almost letting me have it
then snatching it out of my grasp


A golden string dangled like a carrot
on the end of it a slip of paper
and printed on the paper, was I am your muse.

I will visit you on the Summer Solstice
and give to you
images of a Midsummer Dance
until then you can only have dreams
it's your month to dream.


Until dawn of the 21st you can expect nothing, but
walking in fog with a broken heart
from your eyes dropping diamonds of tears
your aura is blue, the cold of old ice
as the glacier you walk on a million years ago.

bentfeather (c) 06.20.06

[starbase]

WOW! What a superb piece. That's great! The imagery, really swept me away there. Especially the jarringly negative start which morphed into the confidently magical, and even mythological type ending.

Really excellent piece, kind of dwarfs my little coffee table ditty, but for the sake of poetry I'll suffer!

Well if that's how well you write when you're slowly getting started, I'd be careful when reading something that really had you on fire!

You know, of course I haven't been around very long, but your poetic skills seem to be crying out to morph into novel writing, at least for a time. This piece is decidedly story-esque. Maybe you should pound out a novel this summer?

Really excellent poem here!

[Soaring Feather]

Glacier©
by LMH/bentfeather

Massive, moving monstrous
mass...cold unyielding
Harbinger prophesying
new worlds, hidden
stories within
ice castles....


Deep blue
secret rooms
refreshing waters
running ice...


Can you hide your age?


Did you form
the ice bridge
between broken
continent Pangea?


Little people walked
your face
following
the Mammoth
whose bones
ooze from
kettle bogs


What a marvelous
monster you are!
Beauty from the
beginning of time...
compressed in
your cold clothes,
glittering, shimmering
slow dance
gouging the face
of earth
forever scarring
her mantle
filling the holes
with melting
crystal...
smiling at your
handiwork, melting
in your love!


Does God give you
a shove on occasion,
cause you to groan
to move your cold soul?
Mysterious, glorious
Mass of Ice.


The author reading from her work
at Juhannus, 22 June 2002.
Glacier© published in New World Finn, June, 2002

[starbase]

Ah, even better than your muse piece. Is that a bonfire in the background?

[Soaring Feather]

Truly I enjoy your response to my writing. I have never thought in terms of novel writing, I fear my attention span is far, too short.

Thank You so much, I appreciate your words.

We poets in the Lair appreciate your contributions--they are very good.

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, it's called a koko, Finnish for bonfire. Finns celebrate Summer Solstice in Finland in a big way. We of Finnish blood in the US also celebrate Juhannus (again a Finnish word) meaning Summer Solstice.

The bonfire traces back to a Viking custom. The stack is built on a raft in a lake or pond and torched off at sunset. Most impressive.

[Soaring Feather]

A link with more info on Juhannus.


http://www.scandinavica.com/culture/tradition/midsummer.htm

[Soaring Feather]

Wizard Woman of the North~Floating Earth

[Soaring Feather]

Wizard Women of the North~The Winds

[Soaring Feather]

I have not seen raging wildfires
but I've felt the heat

I not see the Grand Canyon
but I have enjoyed the images

I have not heard a wild buffalo snort
nor seen him tear into an opponent

but I have walked in his dust and

I have felt his outrage of another
trying to beat his time

And I have never been successful
at taming the wild beast that beats
within my skin, when a utter promise

is not fulfilled

nor the bitter disappointment
of careless words tossed about
as chaff in the wind

No, that I take very seriously.

Must have to do with my early training
from a no nonsense mother.

bentfeather (c) 06.20.06

[Soaring Feather]

utter=uttered promise

[Lady Jag]

Doodle do?

[Lady Jag]

    
Change is good. You go first.
 - Dilbert    (ScottAdams)
    

[Soaring Feather]

Afternoon, Jewels!

That's a swinging rooster there, although I'm in a Barry White mood at the moment. ;)

[Lady Jag]

Not into shaking your tailfeathers today, Feather?   Barry White is good.

[Soaring Feather]

Barry White is my all time favourite.

The painter was here this morning. He painted the ceiling and side walls. Has to come back tomorrow to finish with some odds and ends.

Yesterday was a disaster in painting for him. ;(

And for me. Egads.

[Lady Jag]

How's the smell? Is it an okay smelling paint or the stinky stuff? When all calms down, I love the smell of new paint.