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An omen dire in the dark palm of night
An acid truth, an open wound of light
The furnace clouds and gory shrouds, the blood
In bloom in milk and silent lava floods
A burning whisper scorching raw our ears
A rusted mirror warning us of wars
Of rape and tainted pearls, of tannic mouths
And abattoirs awash with severed vows
Of tortured saints, the violence of stars
We watched the moon annexed by Mars
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40 comments:
yikes File you trying to scare me!!??
love the celtic/gallic style...
we may yet rise up and take it back off Mars may we not...
Hello Doc, nice to see you here again!
This is indeed a scarey poem, but I really like it, it may even beat Orion as my favourite File pome.
Yes, visions of anxious druids clustered in a grove of gnarled oak trees...
not trying to scare Shooter just scared! Was surprised by the deep reds in the lunar eclipse last week, omens, warnings
...opportunities to resist?
glad you like it guys, I wonder how the celtic, gallic druids were summoned? I hadn't thought of them myself but now they're mentioned...
today tho I limp under clear blue Alberta skies and the cellophane crispness of freshly unwrapped new mornings! It's a beautiful day to (still) be alive!
File
have at last got back here and had the pleasure of reading back through a lot of the work...
I am flabbergasted and overjoyed to witness the growth and strength of your voice...
I have especially read how to hide a tree through and through and can only come up with a long breath, a coffee, a smile, a tear, and quiet applause across a great distance covered...
thank you DS, really, my audience is small but perfectly formed, your support means a lot to me
feel 'tree' owes a lot to the finesses of Zephus too
still looking forward [tap, tut, sight, looks at watch] to further Soapies and the bigger project you alluded to...
Great to have you back, Filou, and at the peak of your (dark) powers, too. Didn't see the Celtic connection myself, but I really enjoyed it all the same. "Open wound of light" is especially vivid an image and sounds like it could be sung. "And abattoirs awash with severed vows" is a little gem. Slightly unfair to single out my favourites, as this is much more than a collection of one-liners. The whole piece is rather nicely wrought.
"Encore, encore," rises the clamour from Polynesia.
offsideinanonimity
(what the hell is wrong with Blogger? Can't log in.)
PS: ... er, "limp"? "still" alive? Did you have a run-in with a moose or something?
Blogger is trying to be clever again, sigh.
But you can use the 'name/URL' option and not provide a URL and it will work, like this.
Like this? Zeph, what would I do without you?
cheers Lagoon-boy, most generous comment your enjoyment is my reward
surely more will follow, couldn't silence them blessed muses if I tried and while you folk keep not banning me then I'll keep throwing mud at the wall!
no run-ins with Meese yet (what Is the plural of Moose?) just old war wounds and cold winds!
The plural of moose is mooscellaneous (if there's a shitload of them, that is). If it's just two or three of them, it's moooose. With time, you'll get used to Canadianspeak. Not to the cold winds, though.
:))
is that, then, the collective noun too?
A shitload of mooscellaneous is a wonderful phrase (surely a poem in it's own [w]rite)
have seen roaming pairs of Cayotes not far from where we live and giggles of prairie hares, twitching
Do moose moo?
Only when they're in the mood.
I haven't been over to this side lately, glad to see there's stuff happening here.
File, I love eclipses, and this captures the mood. (should that be mooood?) (my grandmother used to make us lock all the doors and draw the curtains during an eclipse, and no one was allowed to eat or drink til it was over).
You know what gets them in the mooood? The moooonlight.
Filou,
very creative writing, can't wait for the french translation.
I was camping on the other side of the moon ( la face cachée), the best place to avoid sunburns.and then they came, the marxists from mars, nice little green guys with no clothes on. I spoke to them,they said they are on their way to earth to redistribute wealth
and they should land in Russia first.I promised not to tell when.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MieDFkhlByo
Nurse!
nooose?
Munni,
yes, sympathies with your Gran, I made the fillets turn all the lights out and watch it (to groans of 'it's not doing anything')
Guito,
not quite sure how to respond to your comment :)) except to say that 'Marxists from Mars' is yet another example of the genius in this cyberplace we call OS (a fair rival to 'shitloads of mooscellaneous' if ever I heard one - I wonder if anyone can come up with some verse which includes those naked green commies and meese too....
and to ask how your camping holiday went? Lots of cheese I guess
Yeah, cheese and chocolate moose.
(sorry, but I can't find my coat)
Inspired by this moose:
Let me not to the large Alaskan moose
Admit impediments. Moose is not moose
Which murmurs as it wanders up your drive
Or munches silent in the shrubbery;
Ah no! it is a truly moosely moose
That peers at you and stamps a bit and moos.
It is a moose that thoroughly unnerves
The plump commuter hurrying t’wards his car.
Moose are not fools, though they may seem to have
No obvious plan of action for the day:
Moose are not bored, they moo the time away
Waiting for green men to arrive from Mars.
If I am wrong, and moose misunderstood,
Blame Youtube and the small green men, not me.
Well, yes, it would have been better if it rhymed...
Sorry, Offy, I just took your coat..
That's OK, Zeph, I'll get my goat.
the little green men with big ears are waching you,do not make fun of.......why is the nurse putting this jacket on me!
It's for your own good, Mr Tougoal.
Nurse brakett
making a mistake
with your straight jacket
I am Annie no moose
Tougoal is on the loose.
"Annie no moose"...lol :))
zeph,
guitou taking out his handkerchief and wiping the sweat from his face:
"I am famoose for mikey moose silly jokes"-
Guitou,
you need the jacket 'cause it's freezing in Canada and sweltering in Polynesia. We wouldn't want you to catch a "chaud et froid".
Or maybe because you're a bit of a space oddity.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueUOTImKp0k
Loved this file and I agree that it's close to Orion, which is still my favourite. I got 'awe-inspiring' rather than 'scary', but maybe that's just because I'm hard.
Hey, tough guy, it's sunday morning here now, and I'm still waiting for my churros.
Sorry, offy, it's dinner time now. How about baby squids?
Bon appétit, hombre. Yeah, baby squids will do, but I'll have to set them aside for lunch. This timezone thingy is a pain isn't it? It makes it difficult to have proper meals together. You know, as a family...
Wonder how long that thread will last?
I'd love to have dinner with you sometime. How's mrs offie?
Dinner? Sure, anytime. I hope you like fish.
Mrs O is stuck on a chair and seething. Otherwise, she's fine. Three weeks to go.
Fab poem, File and how nice to have you back. I've also been very slack in my attendance at this site. Your poem made my cry but that's probably good. The comments here have raised spirits a bit - surely more than one Moose is simply Mooses and scary! Anyway various things there brought me to a thought of a poem my dad used to recite to us (while trying to explain the Moebious strip which I never got to grips with) and it can be found here:
http://www.business.mnsu.edu/tyrone/The%20Mudjokivis.htm
Oh, Mimi! My Mum used to quote that poem but I've never seen the full version. Thank you:)
thanks Tony, isn't it spelt 'ard tho?
sorry it made you cry Mims but then not altogether surprised, great poem link
stuck on the nightshift here, hope to have more time on the blog as things progress
who's next then?
I had to ask my sister to find the Mudjokivis. I always think of it when the nights are dark and my hands are cold cos I really want the furry gloves with the fur side inside!
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