SHE SINGS ONLY AT TWILIGHT
when the birds have hushed their twittering
tucked heads under
wings
when the only
sound is falling water
over rocks in the
garden pond
she sings an
incongruent tune not quite
melody not quite memory
some lost thing
striving to be found
whispers within
passion’s undersong
bare as her feet
on the pebbled path
murmurs a shiver between
heart and
lips a quiver of arrows
the taste of
dusk’s rising moon
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
– Rumi
They come in a dream walking
the path of joyful lamentation
beneath boughs fluttering with
leaves
and birds singing. The shadow
is nowhere in sight.
Each daughter, sister, friend
walks within my lunar mind –
quiet beyond belief – fully
present in the fertile darkness
of morning twilight.
In this company of wayfarers
there comes no crowd of sorrows
no dark thought…shame…malice
and in these moments I forget
the shadow waiting.
A BLIZZARD BLOWS
A blizzard blows
encircling yard light
with a misty veil.
Snow cocoons fields
where only yesterday
earth had begun to show
St. Patrick’s promise.
Gone all gone
buried deeper and deeper.
Last night’s cradle moon
with Jupiter and Aldebaran
winking at either tip
hides behind clouds.
As evening stretches
toward midnight
I curl by the fire
read Irish lore
the saint’s conceit
to raise the dead
to herald spring.
In dawn’s pale light
something rich and strange
shadows the tempest
of the night: stillness
stretches across this silent
landscape leaf-barren
branches shiver
a haze of snow
falls
from the oak
a wondrous keeer-r-r
a rush of wings
tail like embers lifts up
up into awakening sky.
PHANTASM
Last night a fairy-tale boat set sail
wooden cabin set deep
within hull’s green embrace
portholes of brass
roof curved like a wave
Moonlight Sonata softly lilting
a phantasm on a breeze of red sails
a vision
fit for Titania to
drift upon
a sylphic boat light as air
an enchantment
brimming with
tales
to carry into
dawn’s faint twilight –
the breaking of
day.
after Rilke “Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes.”
Do you see her – wearing black, silk
rustling like dry leaves in a light wind –
in her hands a small clàrsach, polished
hornbeam, carved? There were cliffs
there / and forests made of mists,
the way ahead stony – more portentous
than her river crossing had been.
She beseeches him to follow her
singing for love singing him home –
from one lyre there came / more
lament than
from all lamenting women singing
she dares not turn she dares not turn to see.
She listens between the notes
between the breaths of her song.
Listen…. Does he come
trailing
graveclothes?
Notes – Unnecessary for understanding the poems, but you may find them interesting.
Company
of Wayfarers borrows from “The
Guest House” by Rumi.
A
Blizzard Blows borrows from The Tempest by William Shakespeare.
Phantasm:
The reference to Titania is from Midsummer Night’s Dream by William
Shakespeare, where we meet Titania, queen of the fairies. “Moonlight Sonata”
was composed by Ludwig van Beethoven. The German poet and music critic, Ludwig
Rellstab, “likened the first movement to a boat floating on the lake,” which
was my thought when I was writing the poem. (Source: https://www.popularbeethoven.com/9-facts-about-beethovens-moonlight-sonata/)
Belovèd borrows from “Orpheus. Euydice. Hermes” by Rainer Marie
Rilke, translated by Stephen Michell.
Kathryn MacDonald has published in literary journals in Canada, the U.S., Ireland, and England, as well as anthologies. Her poem “Duty / Deon” won the Arc Award of Awesomeness (January 2021). “Seduction” was entered in the Freefall Annual Poetry Contest and was published in Freefall (Fall 2020). She is the author of A Breeze You Whisper: Poems, and Calla & Édourd (fiction). For details, please see https://kathrynmacdonald.com.
Lovely poems, Kathryn! So nice to meet you and your poetry here.
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