A train’s ample whistle blows away sunset
propelling it into night while sister moon
rolls her holy call over rows of stone—
chiseled out letters trapped in granite.
A montage of markers reflects her arrival
as jasmine’s blooms put on a glow.
Answering Luna’s holy call,
faeries and demons tag their earthly domain
with dust and bedevilment.
Riding the whistles of trains,
they chase circles around granite angels and headstones.
Jostling for position, they scrap amidst jasmine,
and release her sweet sacred scent.
They prune her petals into opalescent piles,
to dive through again and again
adding sugar and spice
and evil and nice
to this resting place for the dead.
Brenda Warren 2012
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Unlike some, I love sitting quietly in cemeteries! I’ve often thought there were more than just ghosts swirling around in the stillness. Wonderfully wordled!
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`chiseled out letter trapped in granite’ I love that line and the entire poem, Brenda.
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You never fail to amaze me with your wonderful imagination and your eloquent telling of where you go.
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What an unusual perspective! Magical.
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Nice touch here Brenda, I love the viewpoint of the train.
especially enjoyed the first line:
“A train’s ample whistle blows away sunset
propelling it into night while sister moon
rolls her holy call over rows of stone—
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Sheer magic!
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This is beautiful. Pleasing to think about demons and faeries flying around grave stones and messing in jasmine petals. Very playful.
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Excellent! I enjoyed seeing where you took these wordle words. Always love to see where people go.
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Ah…my mind was channeling Richard…I was going to say something very similar about that first stanza being so beautiful all on its own! What a great setting for all that happens following that stanza!
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Such an evocative jasmine setting. Its scent powerfully flavors the graveyard, conjured by your magical words, Brenda.
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Amazing, Brenda.
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I especially love these sensory wordled words:
“they scrap amidst jasmine,
and release her sweet sacred scent.
They prune her petals into opalescent piles,”
Very nice sounds dancing about throughout this poem too, Brenda!!
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Well, there definitely could be….I won’t rule it out…..a lot of faeries and demons amidst gravestones. Only a fortunate few would be able to see this (and write about it?), of course. A creative write.
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Ha ha ha….scrolling down through the comments, yours made me laugh, Mary. thank you.
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One of my favorites!!!
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Enchanting. Still not a grave fan of cemeteries (pun intended). I like how your fae-folk release the jasmine sent and add themselves to such a sacred place.
Your list helped to continue my adventure:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/06/sw-62-rm-mm-3-just-peachy.html
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That first stanza sets the scene so beautifully – it’s a poem in and of itself. And then the second – all the magical action. Great take on the wordle words. I really like the train’s “ample whistle” – we all know that sound.
Richard
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So much to like about this poem, Brenda:
The train whistle “blowing away sunset” is brilliant!
And I loved “jasmine’s blooms put on a glow.”
And I loved your spelling of “faeries!” Conjures up mythological, elfin-folk!
And “prune her petals into opalescent piles,
to dive through again and again” – lovely!
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Brenda, this is nothing short of gorgeous! What a wonderful poem written to some very difficult words. I have a penchant for graveyards, I find them fascinating.
Pamela
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We Brenda’s seem to even ‘think’ alike. As soon as I saw the word demons, I thought for some reason of fairies (not angels) surprisingly. Loved the dance in this. The joust between them all accidentally releasing the sweet scent of Jasmine.
Lovely visuals all through this. 🙂 Glad your internet is up and running!
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Ah Brenda, you make a graveyard into a magical place. But then, I have often thought they are just that because they seem to draw both opposite ends of the emotional pole.
Elizabeth
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You have elevated the melange of wordle words to coherent beauty. Wonderful.
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How do I get a password to view the Street Whore post? I tried my wordpress one but it didn’t work.
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I felt transported to a make-believe land, and I loved it…
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