Long Filigree Poems
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Filigree
Celtic Filigree
Graceful filigree unbroken
Weaves a tracery
With strands entwined
Like a whisper from the misty isles
Woven into whorls of melodic unity,
Indivisible spirals of the eternal three,
Thin harp strings of crisscrossed swirls
Weaving lyric filigree
Delicate fine threads elaborate
Earth, water, fire in legends
Of scholar saints and mystics –
Erin’s braided shield
Two hearts intertwined into infinity
As a king’s wisdom brings a benediction
Of enduring life
That reaches back into the dusty kells
Of rosettes in oak roots interlinked
Plaited knotwork - no beginning and no end -
Echoes eons of captured grace
In continuous mystical contours
2-14-23
Contest: Writing Challenge – F Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
There are several well-known Celtic knots including Knotwork, The Trinity Knot, the Dara Knot, Solomon’s Knot and the Love Knot.
One of the meanings of “kells” is cocoon or chrysalis
Hovering, then swirling away brown leaves,
every tree lets go of emerald gowns;
lace of snowy white soon entwines and weaves,
lacy filigree falling in all towns . . .
Orange, brown and red leaves still rest in eaves.
Whimsical and dreamy these first snowflakes,
intricate and delicate snow falling;
now, my garden hidden and my heart aches
then, winter fury is here and blowing . . .
Ecstasy is walking the frozen woods,
running on ice- we recall past childhoods.
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September 9, 2017
Acrostic/Welcome Winter
Copyright Protected, ID 938415
Acrostic Poem About Fall or Winter
Janice Canerdy
Second Place
water is part of my very existence
it is within me and all around me in different configurations
in the rainwater that drips and flows upon my windows
drizzle in the night and my tears that fall forming teardrops
in puddles after a summer storm
the dew on my flowers of morning dripping in the sun
in different drinking glasses, my bathtub, my saliva,
an ice cube melting growing smaller
a spill, a spatter, a sprinkle, a dribble
the lakes, rivers, streams, oceans and seas
pools and fountains and waterfalls, fish tanks and fish ponds
the great northern glaciers shifting and moaning
melting and flooding the ocean changing the world's architecture
a drop in the ocean spreading and spreading
waves crashing on a shore endlessly
and foam gathering, misty
snow falling in intricate snowflake patterns
the contour of ice icicles
frost freezing on my windows in filigree shapes
a snowman melting in spring
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June 15, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/water is life
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1363-599-15
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
From the bay of blue hills at the edge of the placid plateau,
embraced by the crimson cloud making twilight filigree,
flows with fervent ebullience the sparkling stream,
cascading in emerald forest with murmur of timeless tune.
It meanders in the serrated swathe of the furnished ferns,
sprinkles with euphoric exuberance the splattering pearls,
that soar high serenading water song in the drizzle of silence,
wafting in the resonant whisper of the rippling air.
Flying with the crystal clear water of the fluorescent flow,
the returning robins chirp the springtime song.
As in the boughs of trees the nascent jade leaves rustle,
beguiled butterflies flitter around the blushing buds.
The rain-rinsed satin sky shines on the valley of flower
with the tinged touch of cosmic charm of the rainbow far.
As my mesmerized mind suffuses with the celestial charisma,
I perceive in the cradle of nature the niche of divine delight.
When the drape of dense night wraps the scarlet sky of dusk,
moonbeam magic turns the obsidian canopy into argentine orb,
adorned by the jeweled crown of stars sprouting one by one.
I am charmed in a transcendent trance by the splendor of nature.
"To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake
it is necessary to stand out in the cold."
Aristotle
It began snowing and blowing during the night,
the snowflakes filigree at first;
then, faster in city and forest they dispersed,
in the morn' it was a lovely sight.
I travelled to a forest where wild horses roam,
walking for hours I found them;
three had gathered by a stream- each a nature gem,
safe in their serene forest home.
Suddenly, startled they were galloping away,
the white snow flying in the air;
I named them Grace, Beauty and Pride- beyond compare,
even the birds did not stay.
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January 13, 2023
Poetry/Rhyme/Winter Horses
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1516-407-13
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Posted to Facebook, 01/27/2023
Written for the Standard contest, 12 lines of Winter Nature
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 01/24/2023
Third Place
Wondering how fairies obtain dresses?
It's because they have fairy seamstresses
Sewing with pine needles and spidery
Gathered from spiders fine web filigree.
Pretty petals for fabric, leaves for shoes
Smelling of sweet fragrant floral perfume
Flowers to adorn their flowing tresses
Crystal star droplets sown into dresses.
Gossamer to turn into fairy wings
So fairies may fly in sky, revelling
Sprinkles of fairy dust, a wand for luck
When all dressed up, so pretty fairies look.
When you find fairies in a fairy glade
Recall how their lustrous outfits are made.
Needle by needle
The tunes for the fiddle
Press by press
The pink caress
The up and down
The silky gown
Sideways too
The silky hue
The muslin sheen
The fluid violin
The orange sun
With love spun
The slippery satin
The tender teens
The roof grows crack
The burlap sack
Coarse daytime
The internal rhyme
The needles of strife
The burlap life
The people ragtag
The burlap bag
The filigree of labour
The burlap savour
The blue attachment
For the natural scent
The crafting and decor
Burlap we look for
The hugs and kisses
The blue berry bushes
The burlap screen
No harsh wind
The happy times
For the shrubs and the vines
Though poles apart
Both close to our hearts
Burlap and satin
The brown and the green
From the knife and the blade
Towards the burlap shed
From the market din
Towards the songs of satin
Burlap and satin
The stories umpteen
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March 26, 2018
Burlap and Satin - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Anthony Slausen
mother, again and again I come to visit you
and each time I bring a fresh picked red rose with dew
the bus ride to the cemetery is hours long
and I have miles to go, so I hum your song
I will never forget "I'll be seeing you" was playing
on that horrible day that I ended your suffering
since then, I have been on a very long road
best to unplug said the doctors and how my tears flowed
now forlorn at your tomb I fall to my knees,
mother, how I miss you everyday, forgive me please
there is not a single day, a singe day mother
at least I have comfort that you are with father
you are at peace I hope with trees filigree
oh, my tears could fill the deep blue sea
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February 16, 2022
Poetry/Couplet/again and again
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1430-667-16
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1075)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 02/17/2022
First Place
Whenever I feel a bout of ennui
I open my window to grasp at affinity
I fill my lungs with the perfume of sweet pea
And say hello to the bumblebee and chickadee
Nature easily melts away any and all anxiety
Without a sign of apathy or apology
It somehow holds the only master key
To my heart and soul in times of adversity
Though it may occasionally seem like fragility
Nature is linked in so many ways to eternity
It’s in intimate communion with divinity
That’s why I’m such a hardcore devotee
Even if I just step out onto my balcony
It may seem like random fortuity
But there to greet me is my ancestry
In whispering trees willowy and billowy
And the moon always looks on wantonly
Calls out to me whimsically and poetically
With its feathery filigree of fantasy
I drink from the cup of harmony and serenity
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2022
Looking skywards, the Alsatian’s eyes glinted for a split second, connecting to a piercing sun ray.
The ray beamed onto dried semen ammonia. Hot dog breath puffed from his nostrils, onto my bare arm.
He sprung next to a sweating succulent, where a tiny kruisbessie leaf quivered human sperm cell display, in a whimpering breeze.
This was a filigree second, in a day of twenty-four hours times twenty-four hours.
Next the Alsatian’s back muscles rippled.
Coarsely-soft black-brown hair along his spine needled up. Four other police dogs whelped in frenzy. He gave a whip snort-sniff, then one sharp bark of achievement.
Wolf ancestry pupils dilated, penetrating that of his handler.
Time, matrixed into bruised, scratched body was a figment, my cells metabolising light and raw earth like the fragrant koppie bushes. Detective voices sliding sediment rock were parachutes opening, falling, dissipating __the helicopter an incessant mozzie.*
“Hy’t dit gekry.” **
The Alsatian with his helper dogs found the evidence of a brutal ripping of my young teen daughter’s virginity, by an impoverished farm worker, on a rugged hill in the Little Karoo.
THE ALL partnered with dogs for humans.
from my loins, a jewel
God connected sun with earth
violence, a teacher
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*mozzie : slang word for mosquito
** “He’s found it.”
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This lifetime’s moment is etched into my evolving DNA as experience. The power of seeing an Alsatian’s eyes connect in radar, with the heavenly Sun, directing him to dried semen on a delicate fynbos* leaf was astounding. Instant perception was one specific gift during great trauma. I chose this unrepeatable moment as it emerged from memory when I read the contest details.
No line was hard to write, though I shed a couple of stagnant tears.
I deleted how I was able to access the best sniffer dogs in the country, the Alsatian and his handler being flown in from another city. I deleted contextual details about the time.
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*fynbos : fine sweet smelling bushes, some producing small flowers, indigenous to South Africa. Rocky koppies are often covered with them, making this type of hill challenging to climb.
PLACED NINTH : Premier Contest
Sponsor: Daniel Henry Rodgers
Feb. 26