A Hope
A Hope
Oh sister death, oh sister night,
I’ll seek your hold
at last bright light.
And when times come
that we three part
your echo still
will ring my heart,
and I will feel
nor ill nor fright
in the cisterned well
of death and night.
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Draft draft draft poem for Kerry O’ Connor’s micro poetry prompt on Real Toads based in part on Gustave Klimt and Walt Whitman, both favorites. I am sorry to have been so absent; a busy time. Photo is mine, from the Museum of Pre-hispanic Art of Mexico (collection of Ruffino Tamayo) in Oaxaca, Mexico.
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June 18, 2016 at 11:12 pm
Wow! Fabulous. Memorable.
June 18, 2016 at 11:14 pm
Thank you so much, Jamie.
June 18, 2016 at 11:17 pm
Jamie–your poems about your father were so moving. I can’t see where I can comment on your blog, so will just go into them here–I found the second one especially about the meeting and the red balloon and the brown eyes and the no so sad and compelling, and the one of the grandmother too–but all of them are wonderful. Really well wrought stories. Thanks. Sorry to have been so absent. k.
June 18, 2016 at 11:18 pm
Thank you! Yes, you are missed. xo
June 19, 2016 at 12:48 am
I like the use of ‘echo’ here. Some scares and admonitions don’t seem to go away.
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June 19, 2016 at 12:49 am
Bless their presence, bless the parting. I love the way you used the rhymes.
June 19, 2016 at 3:32 am
I like the rhythm; this moves like a lyrical song which can take the form of an ode or a ballad.
-HA
June 19, 2016 at 5:50 am
Your incantation could almost be the last prayer one speaks before sleep.
June 19, 2016 at 6:07 am
Wondrous draft, friend, a near perfect charm. Absolutely may their echo resound “in the cisterned well / of death and night.” Amen.
June 19, 2016 at 7:26 am
I agree with Brendan–the rhyme and meter here are lulling, charmlike, and bring a kind of child’s prayer feeling to the work–and aren’t we all children at last, facing these two sisters. Good to see you posting, k.
June 19, 2016 at 8:34 am
This runs beautifully – a song.
June 19, 2016 at 10:18 am
There is such a sense of welcome and acceptance in the tone of this poem. It speaks of readiness, of someone who has done what she wanted (and needed), of a soul moving on…
June 19, 2016 at 12:55 pm
Absolutely beautiful.
June 19, 2016 at 6:33 pm
Thank you, Sherry. k.
June 19, 2016 at 6:46 pm
Very lovely.
June 20, 2016 at 4:57 pm
Yes, it sounds like a prayer. The ability to lay down and allow come what may.
June 21, 2016 at 2:52 am
A wonderful incantation.
Anna :o]
June 23, 2016 at 4:40 pm
I love the way you linked up the beginning to the ending. Almost like a reminder of what the poem was about. Thanks.
Greetings from London.
June 25, 2016 at 10:48 am
Ah. I love this. Speaks to mind, body and spirit. ❤