‘Greed and Sorrow’ Swipe 4/5: Transformations Poems (Book 11)

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TRANSFORMATIONS

February 2013-March 2014

17 poets, 15 months, creating 1 contemporary reworking of Ovid’s Metamorphoses

See the Transformations Page for more details or the ‘Present Collaborations’ Tab

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Poems Inspired by Book 11

.Featuring:

 Nat Hall and Greg Mackie

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Dream Maker 

by Nat Hall

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Morpheus
…son of sleep,
………..god of dreams & spirits;
………………………heaver of dreams
……………………………………..commands Iris
…………like sole messenger of your deeds,
never leaves me in a chasm.

Let me feel her thousand hues slide through heavens;
heavy eyelids in a palace of steam…
How did you dare to
dance with me,
and drown
lost love
deep
inside waves?

Now, all is left
………..glides as a ghost,

là où tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
luxe, calme et volupté*

© Nat Hall 2014

*) with grateful thanks to Monsieur Baudelaire

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WINGS DIVINE

by Greg Mackie

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Once…

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fire time

Tension, excitement, fever reached fire levels from sunrise, as silver helmets, shields, shiny axes and black feathers were expected inside the heart of our high school.
And here they came past 9 a.m.

Braving storm winds & lashing rain, our young Vikings entered the granite strong institution where their elders once tattooed old footsteps…

Their replica Viking long ship (known locally as da galley) would wait outside in the carpark.

On such great day, our brave Junior Up-Helly-Aa squad shone as bright as their shields & their helmets. No need to force the school’s main doors, they knew their welcome would be warm.

So they gathered & found shelter in between double doors, as crowds of junior pupils massed inside the great assembly hall.
The raven painted on their shield waited to jeer inside all hearts.

So they brandished their spirit & axes.

On the signal, they marched with pride towards the packed assembly hall, as pupils met them with applause, smiles & sheer awe. They paraded like true Norsemen, as their elders would do tonight.

In sheer Shetlandic tradition, they sang the great fire festival song to the pleasure of the crowd; were acknowledged by the whole school before investing corridors, classrooms in a very cheery manner.
Our junior squad did what their elders did. By the evening, they would parade with their torches in the heart of Old Lerwick & throw them in their boat in an effort to defy the wrath & fury of winter & celebrate the sun’s return…
And if you stood by their torches, you saw the mast engulfed in flames.

Just as their elders did just opposite the flower park.

that something more

That something more I felt yesterday as I wandered around the edge of my island with kindred spirits… Respite from a violent storm, Beaufort 9-12 winds had made a truce for Saturday and let winter light shine from sunrise to sunset. Arcania looked so magical in spite of the big sea that made boulders ramble from the shoormal to the shore. I felt at one with my wild world! Salt filled everything: the air, our hair, tainted lipstick on all lips… Our spirits.

If the land – from peatlands to meadows – have reached levels of water saturation, I & my fellow companions welcomed that day of light, which is so rare this January. So we stood still and admired the great earthly show that unfolded before our eyes.

Heart warmer, as that storm resumed with even more vehemence from this morning.

Here, a a peerie string of images as a token of light.

Namaste 🙂

discover ALBALAPSE

Got contacted by Alba Lapse earlier on today via Twitter. They shared a wonderful video promoting the magic of Scotland. Fell in love with their poetics, even though not the whole of Scotland is featured – but I love the spirit 🙂

Enjoy their work here: ALBALAPSE – A Timelapse Film of Scotland – ‘Proof of Concept’

message from a(nother) bottle

I love how bottles reach my shore through time. Here, a new message from Canada.

FROM INSIDE THE BOTTLE

With kind thanks to its author, Debbie Okun Hill 🙂

blue monday

When Monday begins with lashing rain against windows, it can transport you to different kinds of blue at around sunrise… Here,
it stretched my heart across oceans.

Lundi

Des yeux oranges
noyés de pluie
dans un ciel piscine indigo –
fenêtre d’un matin de janvier,
passé neuf heures à l’élastique sur
le 60ème parallèle.
#geopoetics fae #60N

Monday

Orange eyes drowned in
rain, inside a blue
pool indigo –
window
on
January’s
morning, past 9 a.m.,
rubber-banding on 60N.

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Sahara
cet océan de
sable blanc, là où
l’homme trace son univers
sur fond d’azur tant
lumineux.
#dakar #micropoetry fae #60N

Sahara
inside this ocean of
white sand,
where
men
fashion
their universe on
blue background so
luminous.

#dakar #micropoetry fae #60N

//—————————— 13 jan 2014

micropoetry past dreamtime

Here,
Very few words gone past Dreamtime

For Tai

Tequila sunrise –
splash of lemon,
salt fae North Sea.
shaken, not stirred,
with Mousa on
the rocks.
#geopoetics fae #60N
——————————- Nat 🙂

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Traveler’s Tale

Inside fibreglass shaking shack,
the world drives by –
three yellow
upper
case
letters
tells me
stories from the lay-by,
where hordes of footprints
without shoes still haunt immutable tarmac…

Inside fibreglass shaking shack,
gales glide & sing –
each arpeggio
hiss around
panes
to
find
their way
with hydro poles,
headless quartets with mono strings…

Inside fibreglass shaking shack,
I watch time vanish
without shame –
where
ravens hang
above
my
head,
like messengers of
the unknown.

Inside fibreglass shaking shack,
I gradually despair –
nothing’s in
sight,
not the
Night Bus
Harry once took,
not even mentioned in a book…
I still wonder if the driver
never bothered at
the junction.

—————– Lerwick, 3 Jan 2014

top oda world

What better way to start off a brand new year but by feeling on top of the world?

This is exactly what I did yesterday, with Debbie and Mathew, as they turned sunset chasers for a day. We were fortunate enough to enjoy a relatively calm – though crisp – day (at sea level!) so they came back to my latitude to enjoy a mystery tour of my favourite local hill, Mossy Hill & The Ward of Scousburgh, to look at the year ahead in a wonderful 360 degree perspective. They had no idea where they were heading to…

Although I had hoped for a flamboyant sunset, the oncoming front swallowed the end of the first dying day of the new year. However, that dusky blue is unbeatable. We braved the breeze – we stood still for a while and marvelled at the Atlantic before us. Later, we pushed it to the edge of our known world to marvel at Ninian Sands clad in silver. Perfect start to 2014! 

Here,

my three images

winter style Shetland blue

Happy New Year to you all. May 2014 shine in your eyes and hearts every day 🙂