Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Reverie - Magpie Tale 35

Magpie Tales hosts a weekly writing prompt, the challenge is
to write a small vignette or poem using the photo below as your inspiration.

R E V E R I E
Beneath the fluttering wings
of this red gold leaf blown afternoon
lie the soft white feathers of memory
drifting down on the breeze like seeds
looking for fertile ground to take root
and they find it in my willing earth
and all at once it is another time
and that eager upturned face
and those sparkling eyes
belong once again to me
and I am back home
and you are there
. . . . .

39 comments:

Shigune Matsui said...

I loved reading the Magpies here so far. Do you miss the summer, I wonder? I long for it as much as anyone would, really. I loved yours too!

Wanna see my Magpie? It's at http://thelunaticsdiary.blogspot.com

cheryl said...

Beautiful Susannah !

Mary said...

Susannah, I really enjoyed this poem and your arrangement of it. Autumn seems to bring out the warmth in writers, don't you think?

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

I love how you rejoice autumn as a return to earth, a new start. Beautiful

Rinkly Rimes said...

A lovely lyrical poem with so much feeling. And I love its shape on the page, too. Does this type of 'shapely' poem have a name?

Tina said...

I really liked the visual impact of this. Great job!

kathew said...

perfection

Lane Savant said...

Like the way it accelerates as you read.

Reflections said...

Wonderful magpie... I could feel the warmth of the colors... calling one to root again to the earth and to each other.

Lovely.

rashmi said...

As always your poem is beautiful...

Arian Tejano said...

".. red gold leaf blown afternoon.."

this creates the perfect setting without any telling the season.

like a mutilated leaf

Deborah said...

Just beautiful, I absolutely loved it!! :o)

Susannah said...

Mary, I agree, Ithink the colours of Autumn are such an inspiration, there is wonder every where you look at this time of year.


Rinkly Rimes, apparently the name for shaped poems are calligrams, I didn't know this until someone mentioned it in the comments section of one of my other poems recently.

Most calligrams are in the shape of the thing they are describing, such as a leaf etc.

Mine are usually just a pleasing shape on the page, I don't start out to make them shaped but when I notice they are, I sometimes tweak a little, this one really needs something else in the first line to complete the shape but I had to try not to get obsessive and to just live with it. lol


Thanks everyone for the great comments.

Susannah :-)

nimaruichi said...

Loved both the shape and the substance of your reverie.

willow said...

"Soft white feathers of memory" is just too-too lovely!

Doctor FTSE said...

A lovely shape for an accomplished poem.

Rinkly-Rimes . . . shaped poems are sometimes referred to a "concrete" poems . . . but that seems an unkind epithet to apply to the delicate writing here.

Book Bird Dog said...

Lovely reverie - a movement in time.

A Paradise of Spring

Jinksy said...

Your elegant urn holds your words gracesfully.

sukipoet said...

love the building rhythm of the words and then the climax. also the shape of the poem on the page. beautiful.

Suz said...

oh susannah you have outdone yourself with this one
gorgeous!

Helen said...

You brought warmth and feeling of hopefulness to me with this piece...thank you.

kathi harris said...

I luv this memory - bittersweet.

Tumblewords: said...

Wonderfully descriptive - your word choices are superb!

Sandra said...

Very nicely written and arranged :) a beautiul ode to autumn!

Friko said...

I am glad to have discovered you, that is, not discovered exactly, others have done so before me, but I really like what I find.
I am following you; if you should find my blog as enjoyable as I find yours, perhaps you'd like to follow me too.
If not, well, you won't.

Abhilasha-The Desire said...

Plain beauty... Your words were so apt for the thoughts... Very Beautiful mag Susannah, loved it

Terresa said...

Oh, I love the shape & feel of this poem, I could kiss it, eat it up! Excellent Magpie!!

Jingle said...

your poem shape looks like a vase,
lovely word play.
beautiful sentiments well captured here,

Carrie Burtt said...

Susannah this is delightful, everything about it...is truly beautiful! :-)

Diane T said...

Susannah, there is little I can say that hasn't been said. I love the arrangement and the way you have expressed autumn. Autumn seems to bring out the best in poets.

Brian Miller said...

really i love the feel of this piece...returning home does that to me. smiles. nice magpie....

gospelwriter said...

I like your reverie, the form, the wings and feathers, memory falling in, and especially, I love the ending, such a warm feeling this memory leaves behind. Beautifully written.

Claudia said...

how wonderful the words float - just like autumn leaves..this red gold leaf blown afternoon..wow!

Selma said...

The rhythm of this poem actually falls like a maple leaf. I don't know if you intended that but it gently descends. Very, very nice.

Leo said...

I like the comparison of memories to soft white feathers.. that was just beautiful! :)

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spacedlaw said...

Sweet! This reads like a dream.

paysan said...

A lovely shape for a beautiful poem, great read Susannah...

Lena said...

A fantastic tribute to Autumn.....and now I know a new word...calligram!

Caty said...

your words are almost formed into the shape of a leaf...nicely said.

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