Monday, August 1, 2011

Tilting at Windmills


Photographer: Skip Hunt
Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales

























The wheel is still, the vanes silent
in tracks where the wind blows dust,
where rust corrodes the axle.
Steam of the spiraling planet
furrows my brow, corrugates creases,
oxidizing the old iron clad
wisdom of youth - refrain of nun
and monk in scapular and hood.

A sword spins, the blades spiral
in whorls of revolt, circle the globe
in a dance of the whirling dervish.
Blood of the slain runs in rivers,
flooding the red-stained earth,
cleaving a red sea, seeking a route
to salvation. Sound of bellows, quakes -
blades of grass growing through rubble.


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13 comments:

  1. ..the intensity and power of your words increases in every line as read it again and again… i don’t know how exactly to describe this poem but i must say it’s very neat and haunting.. great one.

    ~Kelvin

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  2. iron clad
    wisdom of youth ? Thia really got mown down by the end of your poem!

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  3. Yikes! Maybe I should just stay indoors today? Love that last line.

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  4. whew you really kick in up a notch in that second stanza as far as the intensity and that last line is killer...

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  5. I like the way the mood darkens as you move from one image to another. Very good work!
    — K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  6. Trailblazing piece, this; very powerfully
    put together, with a e.e.cummings like
    treatise on rust and patina, and how it
    can morph into the spiritual, and then
    with us on the tip of a lance, we are
    hurled into the bloody battles of the
    Reformation and the Crusades.
    Like the lines: /cleaving a red sea/
    seeking a route to salvation/.

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  7. I love the particularities of this poem-- how you don't hesitate to lay your hands on this powerfuly symbolic, resonant image-- lovely! I especially love:

    Steam of the spiraling planet
    furrows my brow, corrugates creases,
    oxidizing the old iron clad
    wisdom of youth - refrain of nun
    and monk in scapular and hood.

    xj

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  8. Thanks so much to all for your encouraging comments. They are always inspiring.

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  9. Wonderful write, Ann. I love the words, corrugate, oxidize and bellows.

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  10. wonderfully written and very insightful. amazing what one can get out of a picture!

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  11. Wonderful words, intense, painful and haunting but with hope at the very end with emerging grass. Love these lines:
    "Steam of the spiraling planet
    furrows my brow, corrugates creases,
    oxidizing the old iron clad
    wisdom of youth - refrain of nun
    and monk in scapular and hood."

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