nadir and zenith
souls to ice
cold moon to blazing sun
Frost glitters upon
engravings of the ancient earth
place of life begun
dancing sailors’ hornpipes
spray hitting window panes
someone is dancing
like a prayer which dies upon the lips
towards penumbral light
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Written for earthweal
I know, I’m supposed to be on a break, and Cindy Georgakas is laughing as she reads this, but after reading Brendan’s superb essay on grief and hope at solsticetide, I couldn’t resist contributing something.
Fare ye well, earth-travellers!
Ingrid, this is wonderful.
Thank you so much Gabriela ❤️ all the best for the Holiday Season 🎄
My pleasure Ingrid. All the best to you too ❤️🎄🎁🎂
Thank you 🥰🎄🌟
There is a minimalist beauty to this set.
You’re welcome. 🙂
stunning, Ingrid. Merry almost-Christmas!
Thank you, David – all the best for the Holiday Season!
Beautiful, Ingrid. I think this really is the time of year we (in the north) see these contradictions.
I didn’t know you were on a break, but it’s up to you to decide what that means. 😏 Happy Holidays!
Thanks Merril! I am really taking a break after today 😅
Have a very lovely holiday–and break–then! 😀
Thanks Merril-I will try 😅 you too!
These are so beautiful. I especially love dusk falling like a prayer which dies upon the lips. Awesome!
Thank you Sherry! 😊
Stripes and rainbows! Could anything be more opposite? In each snapshot, opposites resolve, yet as a whole, I can only wish the prayer reaches its target.
Thank you Susan 🙏
I like your second one best, the ancient ring to it.
I’m not quite sure the stanzas are disconnected enough for a true Cadralor, but I gave it a go!
Probably not. I didn’t think mine was either so I called it a fragment poem.
Glittering like ice. Your poem has a winter solstice edge to it.
Thank you Suzanne ❄️
“You wouldn’t let it lie!” 😉
[you couldn’t let it lie, thankfully. It’s the
tiny leonines within the lines, I think, that make this piece so fragile, so formidable, Ingrid. Aces] x
Within (between?) the lines is where I find the magic! Thanks Nick x
What a gorgeous poem, Ingrid. Teaming with life. I love this. ❤️
I am so glad you like it, Jeff, thank you! 😊
You’re most welcome, Ingrid. Always! ☺️
love this gorgeous poem Ingrid,
This is my favorite.
towards penumbral light
Thank you Cindy! You’ll let me off my relapse then? 🤣💕
Indeed.. now don’t push it lol!
Just one publication to promote tomorrow, then I’m done…honest 😬😅😅
Oh yeah.. I have 2 more I think haha! Bring on the promo😂💕
We can’t help it! 🤩⭐️🤩
The calador form allows for crisp observations wide and and near in the eye of solstice. It’s serene and sublime both. (The video is superb – I was wondering as I got up if there was a great instrumental setting “In The Bleak Midwinter” and you found a glorious example.)
Thank you, Brendan. For the video I just looked around YouTube-I’m happy I found it.
Lovely words enhanced by the wonderful video. Merry Christmas Ingrid.
Thank you, Cressida, and Merry Christmas to you!
Beautifully existing in and of its own universe, and shared with each. I also praised the first and last stanza being on solstice – I thought that was a touch of smarts. Hope you have a fruitful new year.
Thank you, Darius, and Happy New Year to you!