I sit and stare beyond what's there, besides
"The oval window, a portal to another dimension".
It drags the moon's eclipse off the sun's circle
to show an ellipse with twin foci, in two dimensions not one.
The tension woven into its shape shrouds a duality,
a flip-flop state, steeped in,
and reeking with ambivalence.
An oval coracle holding on,
rocking in choppy seas.
Therein lies a worm hole,
where logic warps to both sides, here and now, together,
where light bends, twists refracts to an oval rainbow,
where time stands still, then back-tracks
to before, to way, way back when,
and on to now and then.
An oval belies uncertainty,
spiraling like sand,
down in an hour-glass
down the plug-hole, down into the sink below,
collected in an oval coracle,
an egg yet to hatch.
Categories:
coracle, anxiety, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Where once a fiery crucible
changed the world
a coracle
reclaims its river
Categories:
coracle, change, history,
Form: Free verse
Daffodil of your eye, hiraeth cried
Coracle of the lake
Pili palas on your head
Twelve dwts cwtch buwch goch gota
Categories:
coracle, butterfly, for her, home,
Form: Englyn
unfathomable
all contact lost
beyond reach of umami
petulance 'tis impenetrable
sonar blips blubbed, unopened as dead mail
pings re-echoed dispelled, quashed
peripheral smiles cast-off in scows
shipwrecked eyes lashed with umbilical sighs
all at sea, adrift hand-paddling
willy nilly circling in coracle cradle corral
round and round the driftwood dry-rot
spins in whirlpool hole, nebula black
awaken not stirred the cast-away
alights from sleep alone, prone and dripping wet
self-marooned, ring-fenced on atoll beach
in cuckoo's nest
Categories:
coracle, lost, relationship, sleep,
Form: Free verse
The crying child wipes his nose on his mother’s grimy skirt which she had tried to wash this morning, but the ingrained dirt from the pulpy alluvium has permanently stained it russet-brown. She no longer noticed the malodour of the stagnant pool in the sluggish flowing river. She lights the cooking fire under the water bowl and has the handful of rice at the ready to add to the steaming basket. At least they would be eating fish tonight that her husband has caught.
sun at offing smarts
eyes of lone man standing
in a coracle
his dejected silhouette
belies his inner resolve
Categories:
coracle, environment, family, fishing, food,
Form: Other
Rain drags words out of a dark sky.
Words raw enough to grow antlers,
lightsome enough to slip between
parting flesh,
unmade words grown
from mouse ears and the stringy lips
of hollow reeds.
A long untrammeled Celtic rivering
unabridged and uttered sheer.
If I croon a cobbled nursery hymn
then that blank meaningless verse
might transmute into the ancient rattle
of pebbles on a Scottish beach,
or a seagulls blare from a bobbing coracle.
Something frail and Irish stumbles by,
size it up, seize it, snare it,
unlatch its tenuous tones, the lull and hum,
let it rest between harboring cheeks
recall itself through the hollow bones
of the fierce and fallen.
I cannot understand languages,
not broken languages and their scrabble
their luggage was ever too heavy on my tongue,
but Gaelic is a raptor in my blood
or a cuckoo born
in a ten thousand year old nest.
Here in the flood of a singing rain,
I could be damaged enough
to be what I seek,
then perhaps faraway mountains
would haunt no more.
Categories:
coracle, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Mightily into endless possibilities
In a coracle I sail,
To once feel your hands trail
Down hope's amenities...
"Flickering faith, is that you?",
Empty fists thudding air
The static too loud to bear...
"I need love, your love subdued".
Bathing in benisons a million
Yet, a pounding desire for a hue anew
A longing lure crept and grew...
One for my cheek, vermillion.
My head spinning with these thoughts
Lick away the learnings of the past,
Hurry! I need at least this dream to last.
Pinned people pile, time rots...
I see myself, I scurry past...
A shape, a colour and an emotion I throw
Almost full, to the you-shaped furrow
Caustic conversations, my new time pass.
Entry for- Be Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
Date- August 14,2020
Categories:
coracle, anxiety, change, conflict, depression,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
I look within myself
Asking what are you waiting for
What is this longing
Why is your heart breaking more.
What am I missing
Why is there this void
Yet I am waiting
Why were my hopes destroyed
I lost my dreams
My hopes, were cast before
In a coracle that is
Near impossible to row
Adrift in a sea of waiting
Unable to see the shore
Yet wait is what I will do
If necessary forevermore.
Penned Sept. 6th 2015
Categories:
coracle, life,
Form: Rhyme