In the honeycombed, boney-silence,
where projections of flowers
under the guise of a bees bell of leggy amrita
the huddle and bury of laughter before
strands of milkwood buries within the thistle
the things we have never yet determined from glimpses
lost to the dark;
and if, by some wishbone happening,
should it fall to the river,
its many conflations, in silica, in bees,
born to love against the sage flurry in a fuzz,
you would hear, among the ages of ferns,
the thousand thick hum –
the bodies contained within
the jelly-thick flutings of the brooding hive,
the ‘we’re oh so ready and done for the year‘.
© Eve Redwater 2012
[It’s taken a while to feel up to writing creatively again, but it’s great to be back! Here’s my contribution to DVersepoets Open Link Night – week 44. Hope you like it~]
I really enjoy your poems, inspirational, Sally
Thank you Sally! I love your photography! You inspire me to take better pictures.😀
lovely🙂
Cheers Trevor.🙂
some beautiful wordplay happening here🙂 liked it.
Thank you Leo! Nice to meet you.🙂
Good to have you back, … Some of the lines here are up with your best( you know what they are!)… The whole piece felt like stumbling through a thick furze of riverside nature.
Thank you so much Brian! It’s nice to be back; I still feel a bit rusty, but I’m sure some more practice will help me out.🙂
Lovely, Eve. I can almost feel the energy buzz.
Thank you Sandy! I’m glad.😀
I wondered why there was no email updates for you. Glad to have you back. Unlike your flowers or bees, I’m so not ready to have ‘done’ with the weather though…lol
Hehe, yes, I’m back! Our weather still needs to make up its mind! Cold, hot, cold, hot, it can’t decide.😛
Hi Eve. This one makes me think of when I’m giddy exhausted, delirious enough to laugh at a potted plant. You know a little something about that, having just finished your dissertation🙂 My favourites: “the huddle and bury of laughter/the thousand thick hum”
Hehe, yes I do Kathryn, thank you! I still feel like I should be doing work… I think my fingers miss the hours and hours of endless typing!😛
Love your wordplay, Eve! Great to have you back…creatively…!
Thank you! It’s nice to be back, though I still feel like I need to get myself back into the more creative side of writing again, it’s a harder transition than I thought!
smiles…glad to have you back….done with the year already, its only just begun…def love all the natural elements in this…
Thank you Brian! Onwards to exams then graduation… it’s all happening at once now!
This is a lovely piece of poetry.
Many thanks Leah! I’m really happy you think so.😀
I’ve just discovered your blog, so I don’t know where you’ve been, but I’m glad you’re back!
andy
Hehe, well thank you for finding me! I’ve been away trapped within the less creative side of writing for far too long (a dissertation :P) Nice to be back though!
In some ways your work, Eve, reminds me of a young Dylan Thomas. As he got older his poetry tightened up, and although still musical and firely creative, he managed to condense his lines into a shining of meaning.
When he was young he stretched language and, sometimes, syntax, to the almost breaking point, creating a poetry that was so packed with allusions, language, and meaning that it was a life onto itself, burning into images that sang in a tongue that had never been heard before.
You often pack language so densely with images that the reader is forced to go along for a ride that promises to be as wild as a roller coaster fling that fires up the synapses of the brain:
In the honeycombed, boney-silence,
where projections of flowers
under the guise of a bees bell of leggy amrita
But then you discipline the language and come up with an image:
he thousand thick hum –
the bodies contained within
the jelly-thick flutings of the brooding hive,
the ‘we’re oh so ready and done for the year‘.
packed with an accessible meaning that leaves me, at least, amazed. This, as always, is good work.
Thomas, you words and analysis (a better word escapes me!) of my poem is so very much appreciated! Dylan Thomas is a man I’ve read many times, sometimes he leaves me stunned, others, confused, but I can’t deny that no matter what he makes me feel, the ending result is always awe. Such a talented and special voice he had; always with skill and power he wrote.
Thank you for this!😀 x
This reader needs a slow motion roller coaster, time to absorb the descriptive, difficult & didactic complexities which float throughout your writing style, Everedwater…
Every word is perfectly chosen…I am amazed you don’t run out of them! Glad you are back and able to indulge this marvelous creativity of yours! Debra
Oh, sometimes I worry that my brain will give up on words entirely Debra! I hope it doesn’t! Good to be back, if a bit out of touch.🙂 x
I think you were born in another century, other centuries, then again and again and again. Such a wise pen, beautiful work, Eve.
I think I would have liked to have seen the world in a different century! Thank you Aurora~😀 x
Yes, like it I did!
Thank you, I do!😛
Really enjoyed this. Glad you feel up to writing creatively again!
Fantastic poem.
Thank you very much Aaron!
Such wonderful words and sounds and images. I am always reminded of Hopkins. k.
That’s so very kind of you K! I adore Hopkins and what he achieved in his day.😀
Thanks for following and I saw a nudge on Linked In – I got on that somehow some time ago, but don’t really use it and haven’t replied to anyone. I should figure it out, but I’ve been pretty busy. Thanks much. k.
My absolute pleasure! I’m not really one to used Linked In to be honest, nor do I understand it completely! But, I’m sure it’ll come in handy at some point, hopefully.🙂 x
the things we have never yet determined from glimpses
lost to the dark
I love these lines- this idea, Eve.
The whole poem is gorgeously written, I do truly enjoy your take on the natural way, you manage to maintain its inherent mystery while also offering up such vivid word pictures for us to enjoy.
Glad to see you back to poetry writing.
Hi Emma, thank you so much! It’s really nice to be back! x
Cracker Eve! Your style of writing is so different from mine but I love the almost claustrophobic detail and the images it creates.
Thank you Claire, that’s so nice of you to say~😀 I’m happy!
Thick hum..fuzzy with sage. That hive sure wriggles with honey.
It sure does Becky, thank you!🙂
Lush and lovely.
Thank you Chris!
“In the honeycombed, boney-silence,
where projections of flowers
under the guise of a bees bell of leggy amrita…” These are just wonderful, Eve, and they’re only the beginning of your amazing word play and creativity! Oh, how I wish I had your ability! Hugs and glad you’re back!🙂
Once again, wonderfully written, Eve. Every line (every poem) is a joy full of ability and originality. I’ve been ‘away’ from blogging for a couple of weeks, but your poems are so refreshingly good.
Hi. I like ‘strands of milkweed buries…’ for the link of ‘strands’ with the other ‘berries’… Jane
This is gorgeous, Eve….as other’s have said, your wordplay is great and I love the ending! I’ve missed reading your poetry!🙂
‘In the honeycombed, boney-silence…’ Just love that opening…this piece really takes one into the sweet and struggling world of busy bees!