Lodestar

Odilon Redon, Flower-Clouds

In blue-shadowed light
no men wake this tree, here haunted
with ghost-eyed decay, the ice holds all prisoners

as we wait for the dazzle, fever-fire
and green give eternity, and magic sails
from stars

a vast universe of flower-fish,
a velvet-voiced sea,
if becomes now, as yesterday becomes tomorrow

and after. . .ancient incandescent light,
time’s smoky smile, a laugh that echoes

through black holes
to fly on gulls’ wings
to float on robin song,
an embrace, a lodestar.

I’m watching the snow fall, but the Oracle gave me flower-fish and fever-fire (amongst other words), and I thought of this painting. She understands time and space, and she knows everything is connected. We’re singular and part of something larger. Meanwhile, the snow will melt, the daffodils will bloom, the daisies will giggle as bees brush their petals, and sunflowers will smile, even as leaves begin to turn red, again.

51 thoughts on “Lodestar

  1. Though I did not consult the Oracle, I think our muses were thinking along similar lines this weekend… I’d love to listen to β€˜a velvet-voiced sea’ 😊

  2. Our poems are so oddly alike, the same negative (no man/ no one), the music, the ship and longing for something beyond, for me it’s the water, for you it’s somewhere to be reached on birds’ wings.

  3. Sweet prose, Merril.
    The Oracle never lets you down. Then again, you never disappoint the Oracle.

    Black holes….if I may revert to my silly self, have a lot of my socks.

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