Autumn Glow
wafts of cinnamon,
the tang of oranges and cloves,
bonfires ablaze,
oak and hickory, crackling
snug are we, faces aglow
redolent season
breezes smoky, spice-infused
crimson, ochre hues
~kat
For Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Poetry Challenge, a tanka/haiku based on synonyms of the prompt words: Smell – redolent (adj)/tang and Cozy – snug.
‘You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.’ —W.B. Yeats
she was somebody’s somebody
before the great unraveling
a loving soul with grace to spare
a heart of love, overflowing
she was known by many a name
she was somebody’s somebody
a daughter, sister, mother, friend
a welcome guest and confidant
then a tempest, fierce, chaotic
ripped through the world, left from right
she was somebody’s somebody
her children scattered to the wind
these days she clings to memories
hope can be a cruel reminder
but she still loves with grace to spare
she was somebody’s somebody
~kat
A Quatern for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Fifteen, inspired by today’s quote from the ‘The Rose of Battle’.
‘That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.’
—W.B. Yeats
Anthem
oh say can you see the pale dawning light
flickering remnants of once starry nights
‘hail all hail!’ the prideful proclaim
patriots kneel, driving zealots insane
the meek are disdained by fools on the right
armed, the militia, and ready to fight
gallantly ignorant, cowards in flight
red glaring demons who must not be named
oh say can you see…
the treason, collusion, hidden from sight
insomniac liars craving limelight
tempest torn islands, coastlands aflame
the star-spangled, brave resistance reclaims
liberty’s honor and freedom’s remains
oh, say can you see…
~kat
A Rondeau (aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short – a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer but all of the same metrical length) for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Fourteen. Today’s quote is from ‘To Ireland in the Coming Times’. The photo is Francis Scott Key’s original manuscript copy of his “Star-Spangled Banner” poem. It is now on display at the Maryland Historical Society.
‘Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.’ – W.B. Yeats
save your prayers, please, just save them
words of pious supplication
apathy’s justification
reason scorned, and truth forsaken
save your prayers
don’t tell me your heart is breaking
over pain of your own making
hoarding grace, from others, taking
hearts afraid of shadows, quaking
save your prayers, please
just save them
~kat
Today’s quote for Jane Dougherty’s A Month With Yeats is from his poem ‘The Hosting of the Sidhe’.
we have only ourselves
to blame for the crap
embraced by fools
these days, who make
all things once sacred
a hot, wild mess that
eyes the ocean over
see, bringing them
to fits of laughter
~kat 😳
Magnetic Poetry – Poet Kit
like mercury colliding... 