Burning bright, each season’s swift turning,
she comes named and nameless, always here
assuaging aches and calming yearning,
giver of life and light—see her,
she comes named and nameless, always here
reaching the apples, making fungi sprout,
giver of life and light, in darkness, see her
circling–a serpent, in and out
reddening the apples, making fungi sprout,
not angel nor demon, she is desire
circling. A serpent in and out,
beyond time–she’s earth, air, and fire–
not angel nor demon, she is desire,
assuaging aches and calming yearning.
Beyond time, she’s earth, air, and fire-
burning. Bright, each season’s swift turning.
A pantoum for Paul Brooke’s Ekphrastic Challenge, Day 19. My poem didn’t make it into the post, but you can read the rest of them here.
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul.
I loved this soothing pantoum which seemed to me a paean to one often called ‘Mother Nature’ but indeed ‘she comes named and nameless.’
Thank you very much. Yes, I suppose every culture has a sort of Mother Nature figure.
This is beautiful, Merril. I so love the pantoum (one day!)
Thank you very much, Dale! I’m so pleased.
Try it!😀
I am promising myself soon!!
😀
Beautifully spoken
Thank you, Derrick.
You know how I feel about pantoums…I like especially the last stanza. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe.
Love it … and my favorite poetic form 🙂
Thank you! 😀