In the April of Covid 19
Day 20
“Friend by enemy I call you out.”Dylan Thomas
Orison
The salt
of this curse
coarse and white
upon my tongue
must speak
its truth to heaven
as I chain
the scattered stars
and bind them
in their oblivious acres
to my will.
Friend I call you
by name
that you may feel
blessed to be cursed
by my orison.
Skylover Wordlist: Salt
Play It Again Toads: When good wishes go bad
Beautiful imagery!😍
ReplyDelete"as I chain the scattered stars and bind them in their oblivious arcs to my will," this is absolutely fantastic, Kerry!💘💘 You took my breath away with this one!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa.. but i had to edit arcs to acres after your comment on IG. I just think it improves the image.
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The sound of 'oblivious arcs', though – as well as the image of the arcs those stars describe – conveys a vastness that I don't think 'acres' approaches. Though 'acres' is more unusual, applied to stars, so perhaps that has advantages.
DeleteExcuse me putting my oar in, but this was such a fascinating little exchange. So then I looked up the Instagram version....
Oh!!💘 I feel so honored! Thank you, Kerry 😍😍
DeleteI don't think I'd feel blessed to be cursed in such powerful language! Remind me not to get on your bad side.
ReplyDeleteOh wow - what an ending to this piece. The poem uses such beautiful language - distinct and precise, yet it builds an incredibly expansive image in the mind. And yes, what a "blow" - to be so ensnared as to willingly walk into a blessing that is a curse. And what an exemplary use of the word "orison" - I had to look that up. Ah the "wickedness" of a well-oiled, perhaps prophetic tongue.
ReplyDeleteAh, a curse, when words go bad......as words can do, leaving great damage in their wake. Well said, Kerry.
ReplyDeleteKerry, thank you for this nice and powerful prayer. Putting it on the wall reminds me of Jerusalem,
ReplyDeleteof the many Jewish prayers clinging to the old Western Wall, known as the Wailing Wall. Most were written on tiny paper notes and then personally stuck into cracks in the wall.
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"Friend I call you by name that you may feel blessed to be cursed
ReplyDeleteby my orison" An unusual statement about prayer, but I love it. I feel like putting my hand on my hip and pointing my finger when I read this poem.