“In a light echo, light from the flash is reflected by successively more distant rings in the complex array of ambient interstellar dust that already surrounded the star. V838 Mon lies about 20,000 light years away toward the constellation of the unicorn (Monoceros), while the light echo above spans about six light years in diameter.” Image Credit: NASA
For Kerfe and Jane
The echo of stars’ light
(so bright, so bright)
twinkles through space and time
in radiant waves shimmering
(the sight, the sight)
of shimmering stars
and humming moon
(her tune, her tune)
propels us forward
with Oracle and alchemy
(rhapsodies of fantasy)
we three witches seek guidance
through conjuring magic
(the gifts, the gifts)
of whys and ifs,
thus, we pause life’s darkness
to reveal the light—it’s there, it’s there!
So bright, so bright, so bright, so bright.
This is for my prompt at dVerse, where I’ve asked everyone to echo or write about echoes.
The Pleiades, an open cluster consisting of approximately 3,000 stars at a distance of 400 light-years (120 parsecs) from Earth in the constellation of Taurus. It is also known as ‘The Seven Sisters’, or the astronomical designations NGC 1432/35 and M45. NASA, ESA, AURA/Caltech, Palomar ObservatoryThe science team consists of: D. Soderblom and E. Nelan (STScI), F. Benedict and B. Arthur (U. Texas), and B. Jones (Lick Obs.) [Public domain]
at the sight of them,
Heedless of their desires,
only knows his own.
A god’s touch–
they’re doves. Now weightless,
through the moon’s shimmer, and then,
too, they glimmer.
through the skies. Are they at peace?
grace they sail
an indigo timeless sea
forever and on.
For Laura’s dVerse prompt, “less is more. . .” She gave us a list of words. I chose breathless, weightless, ageless, and I added timeless. This is a shadorma sequence. I’m also linking it to Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt.
North wind blows
come the spirits
past and future here
carrying scents of cinnamon,
and good cheer, meeting, greeting
they swirl, cross-sweeping
without hurry, but you scurry
because the world seems blurry
till you wake–settled–somehow—
allow the now.
A bit of fun for dVerse, where De has asked us to write a quadrille using the word spirit.
Source: The Youth’s Book on Natural Theology, 1840
First a rumble
grumbling in the night,
then a crack, the light
jagged and brightly-white
zig-zagging, where the kite
with hemp strands and key
a sight to see,
but from afar—
(check the jar)
this experiment of wonder,
science, lighting, and thunder.
A quadrille (a poem of 44 words) for dVerse where De asked us to use the word “crack.” If you don’t know anything about Benjamin Franklin’s experiment, here are the details from the Franklin Institute—it includes a passage from his article in the Pennsylvania Gazette. He actually electrified the hemp from the charged air, not directly from the lightning, but poetic license. 😉
Moonrise over a South Jersey field, November.
The sleep shadows said
live life as a moon rising through the mist
with dreams raining from her
in honeyed-diamond language
shining with ifs.
~So, you recall the sweet luscious beat~
as we love and ache
and watch men lie and shoot.
Yet still the sky sings in light-music of purple-pink,
and it floats on our tongues
as the wind whispers why?
Another puente from the Oracle. It seems she knows the world is an especially confusing place these days. (And also that I had some very strange dreams just before waking today.) I didn’t take a screen shot because I planned to come back to the tiles. I thought I emailed the poem to myself, but it vanished. Mysterious world. Here’s the link to the Magnetic Poetry Oracle.
I’m linking this to dVerse’s Open Link Night, which Lillian is hosting, and I’m getting in just before it closes.
sun and moon
rise and set
and we forget
that we move, too,
revolving on our small blue dot
sailing through each day, not
knowing where we’ll dock
or when time’s clock
will stop its ticking-tock–
but then light bends,
it never ends.
This is for yesterday’s dVerse prompt, where Kim asked us to write a quadrille (a poem of 44 words) using the word keep.
The sky is dark,
I wait for the dawn–
branches tremble in the wind,
the silence broken with a moan,
the wind carries dreams and desire.
A gogyohka for dVerse Open Link Night (even though it’s now Friday morning here).
Evil is growing here. It is in the soil, where our fields lie fallow. Is this the barrenness of harvest or pestilence? Village and town are plunged into darkness, no light remains. But what lives in the shadows? Demons surround us, and the devil gains more converts every day. Even the households of ministers are afflicted. We are torn apart. Undone.
Yet it’s our duty to fight the darkness and expel the evil that lurks here. It is our duty–we the justices–to send the witches to death. This affliction has spread through the region; so many blackened with devils’ marks, though they bleed red as anyone (their master teaches them tricks).
They will suffer the justice of righteousness, crushed by rocks or hanged by a rope, until they die, and we are saved.
But at night I wonder—what if we’re wrong?
For dVerse, Prosery #5. Prosery is prose using a line from a poem. Björn has asked us to use the line: “This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence,” from a poem by Louise Glück. The word limit is 144 words. I rewrote part of an old poem, and I turned the given prompt line into a question.
I’ve been feeling stressed for months—deadlines, caring for my mom, trying to fit everything in, waiting for the next disaster. I take a morning walk in the riverside park before the predicted downpour arrives. There I find a bit of magic, a bit of healing. Life goes on.
leaves fall on a silent world—
time pauses, deer leaps
I’m linking this Haibun to dVerse’s Open Link Night. Lillian asked for some treats. Seeing deer is a treat for me (as long as they’re not in the road).
William Heritage Winery
Workday chores set down,
the sun sinks low, birds take wing,
stars soon appear to glimmer and sing
songs drifting over gleaming river
and sleepy town
to me and you, the sound
of nature, moon hums a chorus–
and so, night passes before us.
I’m hosting dVerse today. We’re writing quadrilles, using the word, “set.” Come join us!