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| Moth-Woman Luke Eidenschink Used with Permission |
There is a hidden place
in darker hours
when blindness settles at my bedside
and the auguries arise
softly on the margins of sleep
like great nocturnal moths,
snowy-winged and feather-browed,
to pollinate my dreams
with clouded omens of past
spun into visions of future
and poems
waiting for their ink
at break of day.
A poem in 55 words for Art FLASH! which features the pen and ink artwork of Luke Eidenschink, with words from Sanaa's Get Listed! January prompt.
Find Luke on Instagram @luke.ink and visit LukeInkArt.
This is absolutely stunning, Kerry!💞 I love 'auguries arise
ReplyDeletesoftly on the margins of sleep like great nocturnal moths.' Inspired!💞
Art inspires art! Thanks, Sanaa.
DeleteWonderful Kerry! Especially the moths pollinating your dreams
ReplyDelete‘with clouded omens of past
spun into visions of future
and poems
waiting for their ink
at break of day’.
This was the most difficult part to write - so pleased it worked out in the end.
DeleteI adore the word augury... and resembling dreams to moths is really stunning... it makes me long for falling into sleep.
ReplyDeleteYes.. it is a great word. It sprang to mind a while back and I thought i had to construct a poem around it. Luke's drawing gave me the push.
DeleteKerry, this one speaks to me in voices that know my name. The last six lines, in particular. There is something that is both haunting and alluring about feelings that leak in and out of dreams, that take the muse by the ink, and won't let go until the wanted words are born.
ReplyDeleteHow absolutely wonderful, Magaly.. and I love the poetic magic of everything.
DeleteI loe the notion of poems, already existent in some way, waiting for the ink, to be made tangible.
ReplyDeleteThat's how it sometimes seems to me.. like they are already there in the ether, and I have to write them down.
DeleteI agree with Fireblossom.... I love thinking of them as waiting on moth wings. It seemed the image led us in a similar direction. I so love art!
ReplyDeleteI can see how the moth/butterfly image would speak to you, Susie.
DeleteStunning! (and why I keep pen and paper next to bed)
ReplyDeleteI used to do that when I began writing.. now I let ideas simmer and see where they lead.. maybe I just got lazy.
DeleteThe poems waiting to be written. A wonderful image! This is why I keep my tablet (electronic) by my bedside. So the poems born in my dreams can awaken in the day. Excellent response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteA habit I should reinvest in perhaps. Thanks Toni.
DeleteOoh, this is so good. The lilt and the flow of this discovery through the dreamy auguries and omens are just wonderful. I am mostly in love with, "when blindness settles at my bedside", which took me to Poe and other surreal territories. :-)
ReplyDeleteAll surreal territories are good when it comes to dreams and poetry. Thanks Anmol.
DeleteI love those great nocturnal moths, snowy-winged. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI'll never look at a moth in the same way again.
Deleteomens, dreams, visions that slip between the seams of wakefulness and sleep - sometimes they dance on the tip of the tongue, hinting at the taste of what may come ... so it is to tune in, or out - sometimes they are just too dark to warrant one's light or breath, - but yes, it's a magical place to sit and feel, as you've noted, often in blindness ... I think it's a primal thing, the subconscious reaching far beyond what we will rationally allow ...
ReplyDeleteyou've captured this essence in your words here, which are a very fine companion to the most wonderful, intriguing and inspirational image Kerry -
I really like your poem, am just enjoying sitting with it, allow it's mysteries to sit, and perhaps stir and co-mingle with my own -
I like the way our conscious minds co-exist with the subconscious in mysterious ways - I do not have a clue where my dreams come from, yet they are a part of my waking mind, only hidden by day. I tried to capture something of that. Also, I love the way, our minds work alongside other people's minds - ideas following different synapses, transmitting in equally mysterious ways.. so I can't wait to read your poem. I have gained so much from this prompt.
Deletefinally worded into birth ... took awhile, - I honestly wonder why I torture myself in 55!? ;)
DeleteIn my house i fear actual moths alighting at night, but you turn such an idea into complete delight. K.
ReplyDeleteThe only bug-like thing I fear landing on me is a spider - the rest may come and go in peace. Haha! I am glad the poem and picture offer a different scenario, though there is something scary in the unknown.
DeleteYour short poem is incredibly dense, brimming with emotion. I can relate to this energy, whether I'm lying in bed, mind racing, dealing with insomnia... or I'm having a lucid dream that inspires me to write the mext day. You captured this phenomenon perfectly.
ReplyDeleteAlso, thank you for making me Google auguries. 😉
You are welcome! And thank you for validating the whole experience. Glad you could relate.
Delete"and the auguries arise
ReplyDeletesoftly on the margins of sleep
like great nocturnal moths,
snowy-winged and feather-browed"
I love this!
Thanks a lot!
DeleteYou do justice to the image, Kerry, but even more so to poetry. Of all language media, poetry is closest to dreaming, both are woven of the same silk. A crysalis which woke a smile in me, thanks.
ReplyDeleteI am so happy to know this made you smile.. images don't always come so easy to me.. I feel like I am repeating myself after all these years of writing, so I hope this feels new.
Delete"like great nocturnal moths,
ReplyDeletesnowy-winged and feather-browed,
to pollinate my dreams
with clouded omens of past
spun into visions of future"
Such perfect imagery for this image, Kerry. Beautiful poem.
Thank you, Sara.
Deleteon the margins of sleep... love the whole poem!
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