“february, a form
pale-vestured, wildly fair,
one of the north wind’s daughters,
with icicles in her hair.
~Edgar Fawcett, “The Masque of Months,” -1878
image credits: teodora paintings
, magic onions
the old english word ‘ealuscop’
one who recites poetry
while drinking beer.
credits: painting by irishman, sean o’daniels, word origin from british medieval history
tunnel through nature
light to dark to light again
leads me to beauty.
“poetry is the tunnel at the end of the light.”
-j. patrick lewis
northside, ann arbor, michigan, usa
’twas fairy day at the artisan’s market
and soon they came around
lots of them of ev’ry kind
and treasures to be found.
“the fairy poet takes a sheet o
f moonbeam, silver white;
his ink is dew from daisies sweet,
his pen a point of light.
“oh, the summer night, has a smile of light,
and she sits on a sapphire throne.”
huron river, ann arbor, michigan, usa
Everything on the earth bristled,
the bramble pricked
and the green thread nibbled away,
the petal fell,
falling until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.