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Monday with the Muse


turning and turning,
things fall apart,
anarchy is loosed
upon the tide,
and everywhere
full of passion,
is coming with
a gaze blank and
pitiless, its slow
shadow vexed by
a beast, its hour
come, at last


A Blackout Poem inspired by the poem, The Second Coming with Yeats as seen below.

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats (1989)

Blame the Muse

 “… the dark folk who live in souls
Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;” —W.B. Yeats


The Scream, 1893 by Edvard Munch

incessant goading fills our heads
to do the dreaded things we fear
passion riles the weakest hosts
and blames the muse

but muses simply plant the seed
it’s passion’s fire that drives men mad
surrendering to wild extremes
renders us razed

yet middling is not the course
that moves faint hearts, nor feeds the soul
embracing darkness, shadow, light
each bearing virtues of their own
our angst assuaged


For Jane Dougherty’s Yeat’s Challenge Day 2 based on the verse above and using the “new” form suggesting a metered trio of stanzas with the following syllable count: 8 8 8 4 8 8 8 4 8 8 8 8 4 .


The Narcissist

Day One of Jane Dougherty’s November Yeats Challenge. Today based on these lines:
“they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies,
With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold:” —W. B. Yeats

A bit of research revealed that “ger-eagles” in Yeat’s day was a term used to describe vultures. It was also a term decades later attributed to Hitler’s Order of the German Eagle during WWII. The vulture theme certainly applies, which made me think of another type of vulture who preys on the weak in our times. Well, at least in my humble opinion, it seems to fit. History repeats itself.

The Narcissist

only a narcissist
tweets arrogant blurbs with his tiny fat fingers,
only a narcissist
rallies vile throngs, which are Yuge as he insists,
reeking of smut and glut while poverty lingers,
blaming all his ills on witch-hunting left wingers,
only a narcissist


A Rondolet is a French form consisting of a single septet with two rhymes and one refrain: AbAabbA.The refrain line should be half the number of syllables of the other lines.

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