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Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Fade To White


 2010 © Miguel Tinizaray 


                      Skadi rides the nor'easter to his door.
                      Wearing winter, she waits, before blowing it down.

                      She drops her baskets of icy pain on the table,
                      crazes his windows with her breath.

                      Arcing the room, she stretches
                      his mind with vacant cold, freezing his blood

                      by silver eyes flaked with dread.
                      "Is this what you asked for?"

                     Wind arrests the mountains;
                     the moon stalks frosted clouds.

                     The wolf marks the perimeter,
                     his mate's howl echoes the hoary valley.

                     Spinning disaster drifts higher.
                     His eyes gaze skyward.

                     He can't resist her.
                     As purple heartbeats fall,

                     the cougar growls, and
                     his grasp slips away.

                                  © Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved

Posted today 9/6/2011 for dVersePoets hosted by Joy Jones - the Hedgewitch
Welcoming the poets at the pub to Beachanny By The Sea


39 comments:

  1. Vivid imagery, Gay, calling to mind the destruction in the beautiful.

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  2. wow gay...strong write...the icy baskets of pain...the wolf..purple heartbeats...intriguing pic as well...shivering..no wonder he can't resist..

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  3. amazing imagery gay! powerful writing

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  4. Thank you Maureen, Claudia, and Anthony for your kind words and for your supportive friendship. I feel such strong bonds with each of you. I'll be by to read and comment shortly.

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  5. Haunting and sad images here Gay. Like these lines:

    He can't resist her
    as purple heartbeats fall;

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  6. Lyrical and lovely, Gay--- I just came from Maureen and a meditative poem on "white"-- which it turns out as in your poem is never empty-- Especially loved

    ...She drops her baskets of icy pain on the table,
    crazes his windows with her breath.

    Arcing the room, she stretches
    his mind with vacant cold, freezing his blood

    through silver eyes flaked with dread.

    Cascading and beautiful. xxj

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  7. Thank you Jenne and Heaven. Funny I was looking for something cool and somewhat noir as an expression in reverse of what this horrible summer of sticky blasting heat accompanied by the terrible pain of radiation has inflicted on us. This was the result. It was just as you read it until I decided I should name the Goddess of Winter and to my shock, the Nordic Goddess (what ho! also of skating and skiing) was named Skadi, or Skaði,Skade, or Skathi.
    She is a huntress represented almost always with wolves! Whoa!

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  8. nice bit of story telling gay...hard to make out the opening as it scrunches next to the first pic on my end...i can feel the emotions a bit of what you have been through this summer and i hope the next season is a cool refreshing breeze...

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  9. Sinister and definitely dark wrapped in that blinding white. (Isn't white the color of mourning in Oriental culture?) A very appropriate goddess for you to invoke against the hot, blistering breath of summer and chemo, and her fury is the fury of that Hel of the Norse, not fire but bitter, punishing frost, much felt here even in her beauty. Great piece, Gay--I loved it in all its mythic perfection.

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  10. Wow! This is breathtaking! The image you chose compliments your writing. I love it!

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  11. Greatly enjoyed this, lovely imagery and storytelling. Thanks for sharing

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  12. Thanks Fred, Helena, I fell for the image - I had the one at the bottom first as she is the Asian Snow Queen, but the top one is killer. I'd love to see more of his work for sure.

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  13. Thank you Hedge. Huge compliment coming for you. I wrote this last week when we were at the cracked breaking point and I wasn't sure the way ahead wasn't death. Hopefully things will swing the other way both for BigRon and the weather. Kudos on the job you're doing today. Loved your labor day poem!

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  14. Sorry Brian - I made the pic big so as to see the woman's face. Little it didn't have the same impact.

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  15. Beautiful, haunting poem, Gay. Gripping imagery and photos.

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  16. Is this what you asked for?

    As always, very powerful. This one is haunting...

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  17. Breath-taking... I especially love:

    Wind arrests the mountains;
    the moon stalks frosted clouds

    ~laurie

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  18. such a great haunting poem such vivid images
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/08/29/unsuspecting-creatures-of-the-night/

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  19. Stunningly beautiful piece. Chilled by the depth... 'the moon stalks frosted clouds'. Such power in this wonderful write.

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  20. i like the blush in the photo. for me, it was a touch of the heat you discovered in this ice queen's forest.

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  21. Chilling, howling piece of imagery. Love the photo too. This should cool things off for a bit, I hope.

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  22. Nice icy images. I like:
    "She drops her baskets of icy pain on the table,
    crazes his windows with her breath."

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  23. Very vivid. For some reason, winter poetry feels personal to me even though I know it isn't. This carries the bite and sting of the season in its metaphors beautifully. The cold, frozen responsive emotion comes through very strong.

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  24. Brilliant and sheer beauty! I had to work at the beginning to get it, but very effective...and refreshing after breathing thru the velvet of hot summer. And the art fits supremely well. Thank you for the lovliness..

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  25. Every couplet is a dynamic image. I did feel something dark under the white. A very striking piece.

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  26. This death-dance is primal and feral and wickedly beautiful. Surely there is eros in thanatos; didn't Heraklitos say that the processions for Hades and Dionyos were essentially the same? - Brendan

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  27. Haunting and powerful write.....

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  28. Coldly and lexically beautiful..marvellously conjured imagery. // Peter.

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  29. Delicious. Enjoyed this poem of wintery tale. A bit difficult reading the words on the side of the image, but was able to get through it to the rest of your imagery. Really enjoyed this one!

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  30. Hi, Rob Kistner here. This is a piece well written, engaging – good work… mine is here: http://www.image-verse.com/clown

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  31. No better title could have named this masterpiece, Gay.

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  32. On my blog there is not text next to the picture. Sorry to future readers, but I'm going to shrink the picture as it's not allowing the text to show.

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  33. very haunting ....cold yet needing some embrace ..to allow that heart to beat once more ...thank you for sharing x

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  34. Strong haunting imagery - great poem.

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  35. Wow-you had me right from the first lines. Actually, you had me from the title and the first photo. The poem and the pic work so well together, too. This is a great write. Love the mythical quality.

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  36. Well selected to allow myriads of possibilities. A wintry night may not be ideal, otherwise it's ok. Excellent take!

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  37. I'm reminded of the Snow Queen in "the Lion,The Witch and the Wardrobe" - she gave the boy what he wanted, too. Good poem, Gay.

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  38. Skadi, goddess of winter! Wonderful, ruthless, cold -- snowblind though I am, you have made me feel it...

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  39. Sinister, freezing-- a heroine for the ages that definitely gets our minds off the humid doldrums, as you intended. Great!

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