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Trace her indigo,
emerald,
blush of sunset,
rise of moon.
Name her lost
daughter, holy place,
mother earth
-en fire, cold desire.
Give her a
swollen pasture soul,
a staggered heartbeat
under hungry feet.
Quill her center
in ancient ink,
ocean’s drink
of siren, song.
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Yow! Excellent imagery… a mixture of tones… a Dutch Master poem!
I really liked this bit: “Give her a/swollen pasture soul,/a staggered heartbeat/under hungry feet”. The sacred ground and its sorrows find a voice in your words; there’s something along the lines of piety here which makes it all the more interesting.
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Nice last two lines.
Wonderful poem De. I love the combining of eart and it’s patures, the sacredness of our Earth. Name her holy place..
Gorgeous
Love the title, each sacred verse specially the pasture soul. Fantastic images De!
Lovely – the many facets of earth.
of the sacred we shall speak …. naming her holy spaces and places ~ this is lovely for it’s simplicity yet wealth of richness for the images it stirs and conjures
Your third stanza is killer; loved it. You really created a lot with 44 words–terrific message
Beautiful imagery…lovely poem
Wonderful use of colour in the first stanza, De, which leaves no doubt as to the portrait you’re word-painting. I love the way you shift to her name and the gorgeous oxymoron ‘cold desire’. But those final stanzas are just so beautiful. I especially admire ‘swollen pasture soul’ and
‘Quill her center
in ancient ink,
ocean’s drink
of siren, song’.
Love this especially; “Give her a/swollen pasture soul,/a staggered heartbeat/under hungry feet”. ❤
So beautfiully writ…..having lived in rural Iowa many years ago….and being able to look out our windows and the rolling meadows and hills and fields…I most especially love the “swollen pasture for a soul” line!
Beautiful imagery De, I especially love ‘Trace her indigo, emerald, blush of sunset, rise of moon’ xxx
Because you lowercased the “o” in the title word “other,” then opened with “indigo,” I couldn’t help but think about the book “Indigo Children.” Being an “other” — someone who just doesn’t seem to fit in anywhere.
I love how you used the colors here… somehow I see a Turner sunset over water in your words.
Tracing Mother Earth with your words… sublime.
“Give her a
swollen pasture soul,
a staggered heartbeat
under hungry feet.”
There is so much said in this beautiful stanza. Love this poem, De!
Beautiful imagery!
Sheer delight, De Jackson! Such a beautiful write!