White Heaven #poetry

Underneath the skies of this white heaven
marionettes dance
dip and bow
crawl
mount a lampost
scare the children

Seagulls on sticks stalk
jellyfish catchers
catch them unawares
the children’s faces
glittering, are painted

At the bar, a hen-night princess
appears as a mirage
or haze of nylon taffeta
and disappears into a fruited cider
where would-be princesses admire her
captures her knight-errant, entombs him in a castle tower

Underneath the skies of this white heaven
I see your eyes
in the colour and cast of this blue-agate sea
send messages in bottles, binary
upon the tide-swell daydreams dazzle
digitally
daring
to
fly
free

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Linking to earthweal’s weekly challenge, ‘Wild Stillness:’ I hope this piece fits the bill, as a series of stills, wherein human nature dances with the supernatural…

45 thoughts on “White Heaven #poetry

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  1. A well picturised poem.

    Here’s my favourite part:

    β€œsend messages in bottles, binary
    upon the tide-swell daydreams dazzle
    digitally
    daring
    to
    fly
    free”

    Thank you sharing.😊

  2. Lovely piece Ingrid. I too enjoyed the photographs. I wasn’t familiar with the song. Thanks. Sending blessings to you and your sweet family. β€οΈπŸ¦‹πŸ€—

  3. Maybe stillness is one of those places where the veil is thin — if we behold long enough the singular, all the sublime gates start widening. And stillness is everywhere – the eye slides through the stanzas, each another rapt Thing to behold.

  4. From opening line to the uplifting flying free at its close, this poem made me deeply happy.

  5. A real sense of immediacy, of being there, in this poem, Ingrid. Love ‘blue-agate sea.” and the captive knights. The characters are vivid and alive and yet there is also a stillness in that capture of them as you suggest in your notes. Thanks for the trip to a another land–I need some sparkle and life under the white heavens, which here are an unalloyed, burning blue of shimmering heat.

  6. This is beautiful Ingrid β€” it has a magical soul… πŸ™‚βœŒπŸΌβ€οΈ

  7. What a delightful account of the magic of the sun on the sea in the summer time. Daydreams that dare us to be free are the best kind.

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