Monday, March 7, 2011

Nightwing

On the shores of little Krakatoa
Nightwing promised the Morning Queen
Ashy love songs
From the molten stone heart of the sea.

On the banks of the stony Tunguska
Nightwing promised the Morning Queen
Reindeer eyes
From the short summer heart of Siberian skies.

She sent her garlic cloves
From the antipodes
And clementines from the smouldering mines of Centralia.

All through the year without a summer
Nightwing courted the Morning Queen and wooed her
With a dark love slowly floating,
Turning...
Like a locust lit on fire in desperation,
Burning.

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for magpie 56

20 comments:

Brian Miller said...

the stars and moon are out at night, how could the morning resist...i like the locust lit of fire...we used to collect their shells off trees and...well if i told you what we did with them you wouldnt like me any more...it was a long time ago though...

hedgewitch said...

I was going to make a snide remark about a miner with a daughter named clementine, but I'd rather just say how I really like this little ditty, with it's simple characters and refrains almost nonsense-like crawling into my brain like a cuddly little earwig and turning into an unexpected dirge. Some beautiful, musical lines here...those years without a summer are so long...

Deborah said...

Just Beautifully written.

Sioux said...

I love the line about the Siberian skies, as well as the line about the locust. Too bad there's not a prize of "win a week with Emmylou Harris" for phenomenal poetry, or you'd be the one I'd put money on.

Thanks for taking me to the places you do with your well-crafted lines.

ellen abbott said...

sigh

Dulce said...

Garlic cloves do miracles even in cold places like Siberia.

Loved the journey, the trip... I could... not come back!

Mama Zen said...

This is amazing.

Raven said...

Just awesome! I bow before your fantasticness. *bows*

Holland said...

It is beautiful to see your mind work and create this beautiful poem, I guess, based on the picture of the garlic.

gautami tripathy said...

I really like how we get so many ideas out of one photo. Everyone interpreting it differently.

viscous time

Helen said...

(I know I've said this before) ... words don't do your creations justice!

signed...bkm said...

Outstanding!!! Shay this is one of my favorites...love the Nightwing and Morning Queen....a must continue duo....Superb Gypsy writing....bkm

Steven Cain said...

Jesus.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, what a beautiful poem! I love the "Siberian skies", "the molten stone heart of the sea", "reindeer eyes"......how do you DO this????!!!!! And I adore the last lines. Wow.

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

this just rocks the socks....
you need to recite this like Eartha Kitt with bongos in the background.

Tess Kincaid said...

Lovely. I adore "reindeer eyes". Yes! I love Rene's suggestion!

jen revved said...

Elegant, beautiful precision of language here-- I love the resonance of the place-names-- and of course, garlic from the Antipodes-- whoa! xxI took this challenge too, being a huge garlic fan. xxxj

Isabel Doyle said...

garlic and clementines on the shores of Krakatoa, for breakfast - that's some date!

Jannie Funster said...

I'm thinking garlic orange chicken might be nice tonight.

I'll have BB whip that up.

Molten stone heart of the sea.
Molten stone heart of the sea.

Must be the greenish-grey sea, color of an old pewter jug unearthed back on a hill where raspberries finally get to play their stunning 8 measures as August crawls into a ball and drifts off to dream of turquoise.

xoxo

Trellissimo said...

Beautifully collected words.