In the April of Covid 19
Day 1
“the turbulent new born burns me his name…”
Dylan Thomas
Fools
we
fools
come head
first into these
bodies and our minds
slice cracking the carapaces
of Hel and all the ice lit blue of its
many entrances cave in upon themselves
in the fresh chaotic void that is life
agleam as the eyelids flicker
silent as mothwings
in the cherished
moment that
awakens
thus
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This is incredibly potent, Kerry! The image that stands out the most for me is; "the ice lit blue of its many entrances cave in upon themselves in the fresh chaotic void that is life." Inspired💘
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa. It is going to be a surreal month of poetry writing. May we all make it through!
ReplyDeleteI see you’re staying with my favourites, Kerry, first Shakespeare and now Dylan Thomas! I love the shape of this poem very much, and the sharpness of the language is ice cool. I especially love: the alliteration and imagery in:
ReplyDelete‘…cracking the carapaces
of Hel and all the ice lit blue of its
many entrances cave in upon themselves
in the fresh chaotic void that is life ‘.
Yes, Kim. Thomas's collection seems all to apt in these times. Thank you for your keen eye on the technical details. I always enjoy your comments.
DeleteA brave choice, to write of the shape of birth and awareness in these times, and without a flaw capturing both serendipity and shadow, and a backwards sort of faith. Dylan Thomas was the very first poet of whose verse I owned a volume, back in high school centuries ago, 'when I was a windy boy and a bit/and the black spit of the chapel fold..' as it were. It feels good to come back to him here in your verse, and in the list, with which I shall now no doubt wreak havoc. Thanks for both.
ReplyDeleteYou are most welcome, Joy. The shape is a nod to Thomas's 'Vision and Prayer' which I am using as a lead in to writing this month. I have been all but rendered dumb by the tragedy of the last months, and the form gives me means to focus.
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ReplyDeleteSpring is hard to resist. Thanks again, Kerry, for all you do.
A most exquisite poem, Joy. Thank you for playing along.
DeleteWOW! You are setting the bar very high for April. I most love "silent as mothwings". Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteTrying to regain my voice, Sherry.
DeleteI love shape, or concrete, poetry. They add an extra layer of enjoyment to reading. I specially liked the description of falling head first into our bodies.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shay.
Deleteso glad to see you again Kerry for the 30/30 + April madness - how exciting and comforting in these strangely disturbing times ...
ReplyDeleteI hope you and your family all well. And thank you for deciding to open this up to us, as well as archiving up @ Toads. :)
I'll play along as best I can, so here is my first (in awhile) -
for "entrances" ...
https://indigomidnightwildchild.blogspot.com/2020/04/ecru-bedrooms.html
I am so glad to see you too, friend. Who knows how long I can sustain these poems a day, but I am here now, and so are you.
DeleteI am drawn to your poem like a moth to a flame, letting it roll about in my mouth and mind, the sounds echoing and reverberating in my sockets and skull. Each reading leads me deeper into these cascading images that stop my breath momentarily, letting the implications of ideas settle, only to unsettled again, taking flight like a white-winged moth. And thus ... awakened.
ReplyDeleteExcellent reading Kerry - something to treasure in the concrete form and density of compactness.
I am so glad for your reading of it. Thank you.
DeleteOh, to contemplate life and birth when the world is engulfed in dying is certainly the bright spot I needed today. Love the words, and goodness to even write it into a shape is a double gift.
ReplyDeleteI cannot imagine what it must be like for those who are bringing children into the world this year... The terror of birth has never been so real for me as now. But may it bring light to the world nonetheless.
DeleteOh, I don't know what happened to my comment. But your poem certainly touched the depths for me. I think you've stated exactly how it is.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosemary.
DeleteThis is so powerful....from Dylan's quotation, to the shape of the poem, to the initial two words "we fools" and then, eventually the words "silent as mothwings". In these days of covid19....this is so very applicable, frightening, and appropriate. I think of this moment in time as surreal...but also an awakening of our souls to the simplicity life can have...letting go of schedules and daily hubbub.
ReplyDeleteKerry: I must say, I was not a participant at Toads (maybe once?) but found this via Kim and also Toni at dVerse....I have been so impressed with the prompts you've chosen for April 2020. I am not a technical guru and did not understand where to connect my posts until today, day 4. So I've linked up properly for day 4...and on that post, for Toad readers, also given the links for days 1, 2, and 3. I shall be with you the rest of April. Thank you again for amazing prompts! I was especially challenged by today's day 4. It was a great one!
Beautiful, and powerful. So well done!
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