Shades of the prison house
exist within the shadows
lurk at the peripheries
of winter’s margin.
Our birth is but a sleep
and a forgetting – what?
The light, from which we came
still burns within.
Cold bites, the penniless poets
strike a match
burn incense, cup wax candles in star-jars
draw closer in.
Your hands recall the sculptor’s art
and I know all past glories of this earth
await some parallel, hidden rebirth
Beyond the edge of time
the porter lifts the northern bar
and spring pours in remembered light
at winter’s margin.
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Written for earthweal
I’m late to the earthweal party this week, but I couldn’t miss Hedgewitch’s fantastic ‘First Poems’ challenge:
‘what are the first words that gave you that “..maker’s rage to order words..”? Your challenge is to look back to the first poems that helped you to find your own inner eye and voice, and write about it.
Italicised lines are either quoted verbatim from (as in the first two instances) or inspired by Wordsworth’s ‘Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood,’ and (in the final stanza) Blake’s ‘Book of Thel.’ Both are poems I became familiar with at university, and they have guided my poetry (and, to a certain extent, my lifestyle) ever since.
Adore this! Wordsworth and Blake’s verses flow right into your own, it’s a masterpiece! 👏👏
Aww, thank you Tricia – what a beautiful compliment! ❤️
Thank you 😊
Wow, what a stunning image and I love your poetic narrative that brings the layers of shadow and land to light!
Thank you Jaya 🙏
what a delightful tribute to those great poets that inspired you Ingrid! Loved the layers in this one 🙂
You must be so busy with your publishing, I’m impressed that you can keep up with your blog 🙂
Thank you Kate! I don’t really have time, but I love writing and sharing poetry 😅
if you can manage to keep up with both your passion and your business you are doing well Ingrid, kudos!
In the resonances of Blake and Wordsworth, your soundings ring clear and true. Marvelous.
Thank you Dora 🙏
“The light, from which we came
still burns within.”
Yes! Well written Ingrid!
Thank you Kim!
You have fused them seamlessly with your own words and thought. Your poetry wears its influences well. (K)
Thank you Kerfe.
I am so glad you chose to not miss this challenge. Beautiful phrasing and imagery, Ingrid. ❄️
Thanks Michele! ❤️
“and I know all past glories of this earth
await some parallel, hidden rebirth” Wonderful, Ingrid. 👏👏👏
Jow I’ve missed your wonderful poetry! These are intrinsically beautiful and smooth reads. 👏
Thank you kindly Lamittan!
You’re most welcome, Ingrid.
The marriage (merging?) of influence and one’s own poetry is aptly expressed here with lines from those poets became quest(ionings) of the text. “Winter’s margin” is a permeable veld where those dead poets still live in the next lines of your poetry. Well done.
Thank you Brendan 🙏
Beautiful and seamless melding of lines of Wordsworth and Blake with your own…a flawless write, Ingrid! ❤️
Thank you Punam!
gorgeous, uplifting and written so beautifully Ingrid! ❣️