Strange to see a house with shadows falling
up against the roof. As if this canyon
hung in air, inverted like the tolling
reminiscent bells.
And some companion
finds me in the solitude of mountains,
draws me to this red rock, draws me under
(I forget the drip-drop sound of fountains),
shows me dust. O listen to the thunder.
What it said. It whispered. Anasazi
ghost, you show me fear in shapes of painted
stone. But we're old enemies, acquainted
far too well. The years of kamikaze
bombers and of tear-gas crowd control
have scarred the same red shadows on my soul.
Image of House on Fire ruin at Cedar Mesa: courtesy of illryion and via readwritepoem
Tolling reminiscent bells: T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
House on Fire
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6 comments:
I love this and the way it moves from this fantastical artefact to the scarring of 'the same red shadows on the soul'.
wonderful, and a fascinating photo :)
Ya Haqq!
I enjoyed your allusions and, yes, strange indeed to see shadows cast up on a roof!
Interesting take on the image...I didn't see the fear until you pointed to it.
Well done, as usual.
These lines in particular spoke to me: As if this canyon/hung in air, inverted like the tolling/reminiscent bells.
I liked how you shifted on the turn, too.
Tiel -
I really enjoyed the layered imagery of this piece.
"As if this canyon hung in air, inverted like the tolling reminiscent bells."
I love the imagery here... exceptional.
...rob
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