Twilight

Issey Miyake bonnet up close

Bare trees silhouetted against a twilight blue sky

inside the gloaming
all shadows flatten
and all pleats are blue

in the pleating, all shadows
are deep and deliberate
and weaving is tender and true

on the twilight horizon
all trees are pointing to heaven
and textured for Earth and for you

how rich is our planet
how pleated, how woven
and in the gloaming, how blue

Issey Miyake bonnet up close

 

 

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World: just the words

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For the first time, I’ve just recorded a poem for this blog, Poems in the Wild. But it’s not a poem, it’s a song, spoken, so it sounds kind of strange. This is one of the songs in Shaky Places, which will be performed on Saturday 12 November in Auckland by the Auckland Youth Choir. (Yay, by the way!) I can’t rightly record any of the other lyrics in Shaky Places, which is a suite of New Zealand poems set to music by Felicia Edgecombe — they’re wonderful, but not mine own. Luckily, World is what it’s all about.

Now, how do I do this…?

Recording of World, written and read by Rachel McAlpine

Oh, I did it. My iPhone SE, Griffin’s iTalk app, iTunes, and WordPress made that so easy, I may do it again some day. Better, I hope.

 

 

 

Another 500-year flood

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We have something
that is called
non-stationarity
Dr Knight said.

The world isn’t stationary
any more
hydrology isn’t
the landscape isn’t.

So why
are we still presuming
the future will look
like the past?

Reclaim the high ground.
Wow, said Donald
water damage
is the worst

photo and found poem by rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0

 

Heart of world

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heart of light
blue light
white fur a shimmer and shelter

dark and dazzle
erupt and jostle
so strong, so long, so longing

benign your spirit
stays and stays
beyond all fair and reason

in a thousand years we’ll get it
serve you, save you
if we can


Do you have better words for this desperate feeling?

When I saw these clouds, they instantly summoned lines from Gerard Manly Hopkins’ poem “God’s Grandeur”— I know my words will never come within cooee of his:

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

pic & poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0