17 December 2012

Magpie Tales 148: Through the Front

photo by Andy Magee, via Magpie Tales

Worrying about the drive,
you play a zero-sum game
Turn your attention front and center
to gaze the rain-slick track you ride

Low radio murmur is no sin
Songs offer their own warm company
to those bursting through the front,
Wheels like pigeons wayfinding home


Ladies and gentlemen, this is a very different creation from that of my first impulse. That first impulse was a story, not blank verse, and it involved elements that, in the light of recent tragic events, were too visceral and dark. I owe a debt of thanks to Tess Kincaid, whose Magpie Tale I read before I wrote my own, but after I had that first inspiration. Because of that poem, because of 'dreich', because of rain, I made something from light. Thanks be to quantam entanglements and thank you, Ms. Kincaid.

14 comments:

  1. Very accomplished work, Irish. I like the imagery of your last line, and the beautiful "invented" verb - "wayfind, wayfinding, wayfound", I guess?

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  2. Agreeing with Dr FTSE here. No further comment necessary, I feel. Thanks for the quantum ride!

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    1. Why, thank you. Always glad to provide the ride!

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  3. The good doctor has set the comment bar high ~~ I can't top it! Great work.

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  4. Dreich was obviously a great place to start! You then produced an in depth atmospheric piece. :)

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  5. "Wheels like pigeons wayfinding home" - i liked that... beautiful!

    smiles...

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  6. Incredible tug of war, battle for primacy between the Journey and the destination i feel here, thanks , Irish

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    1. That is it, yes, yes! And you are very welcome :)

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  7. to find your way you have to concentrate

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    1. Very true, and something I have so much trouble doing. Thank you for dropping in on the Gumbo.

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  8. Love the last line. Such a beautiful poem.

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  9. Wheels like pigeons wayfinding home...oh yes yes yes...

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Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."


-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

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