In the April of Covid 19
Day 8
“She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds…’Dylan Thomas
Craft
This is my craft
to shuffle delusion from the beak of a swallow diving
duskward in fall
to cut the deck on a thorn spiking the flesh of footsole
a bead of blood
under the thrice shrouded drops of faint moon shower.
This is my art
to deal the dark leaved oak unspared the axe that cleaves
it from root
to cross it with the first star sinking behind the west wall
calling it hope
that when ashes transmute to tears, you will be mine.
Hot Damn!!!💘 So many quotable lines here, Kerry. I especially love; "This is my art to deal the dark leaved oak unspared the axe that cleaves it from root."
ReplyDeleteHaha! thank you for that, Sanaa.
DeleteYou are most welcome, Kerry. I enjoyed this even more upon my second reading!💘
DeleteThe first stanza is perhaps one of the most lucent descriptions of poetry I've read, both as simple as a candle flame and as faceted as a fractal, as indeed is the whole poem. The conclusion drops the bucket into the ultimate well and comes up with our perpetual drink. Fine writing, Kerry, honed and resonant.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for coming over to read, Joy. I appreciate your fine compliment of this poem.
DeleteWow, "to shuffle delusion from the beak of a swallow diving duskward....." How gorgeous. That closing line is a knockout!
ReplyDeleteThanks again for always visiting, Sherry.
Deletea very intriguing darkness within this piece - speaking of magic, alchemy, crafting, vision, the mystique of trying to read, decipher the art of love - in times of lies, deception, turmoil and desperation .... how often we long for soul ... comfort ... to be found where? I feel like I'm a bird hunting and pecking in a miasma of "stuff" - to find and emerge with a silver thread of promise .... to fly free and clear ....
ReplyDeleteyes, this is an intriguing piece Kerry, one that I'm finding fascinating and complex in a very good way
I love your analogy, Pat, and as always such beautiful and poetic commentary - it makes my day!
DeleteThat’s a stellar opening stanza, Kerry! I also love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘to cross it with the first star sinking behind the west wall
calling it hope
that when ashes transmute to tears, you will be mine.’
You have been such a great reader this month, Kim. Thank you.
DeleteSome excellent metaphors in this. Enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anthony.
DeleteWhat a brilliant piece of writing.
ReplyDeletemany thanks, Robin.
DeleteThe first and last stanzas tell powerful stories. They leave me wanting to know this crafter, wishing to see how delusions behaving in her presence, how cleansing tears can be when they are born from ash...
ReplyDeleteI like to keep some of the magic a secret!
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Breathtaking from start to finish! To me it speaks of what well crafted poetry can do! Your talent is beyond measure Kerry!
ReplyDeleteYou are so kind, Carrie. thank you.
DeleteYes, those first lines are a perfection description of what a poet pulls from life and funnels it into poetry. There could be a 100 poets gathered with a 1000 poems screaming for ink.
ReplyDeleteYes! I love that idea.
Delete"to shuffle delusion from the beak of a swallow diving
ReplyDeleteduskward in fall"
Fasinating wordsmithing Kerry
Much💛love
Much love, Gillena.
DeleteHigh praise from a witch! thank you, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteYour craft .. your art, this is deeply satisfying. Reading it a second and third time aloud as I did increases the pleasure.
ReplyDeleteA brilliant and mesmeric piece of writing. THIS IS POETRY!
ReplyDeleteIs this called method in one's madness?
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