The Fathomable Unknown

Monday Morning Musings:

Tree shadows and reflections in a stream. The tree branches are just beginning to show some buds.

The Fathomable Unknown

you recollect the past,
its sweat-stained shirts
and hulking monoliths–
describe the bells
so that we hear
the tintinnabulation,
the bell-swell, clapper-clang,
ding-dong, soul-singing

ring across the hills and plains
across the years—construe
the meaning behind it all,
Writer, make a city rise and fall.
Create a giant, defiant but
literate, stormy as a cloud–

wonder aloud,
grapple for answers
based in knowledge—
a girl, a famine, misogyny, religion—
the thousand indecisions,

the visions —
life and death
and forgotten facts
buried in earth and under snow,
but know
like the snowbells, they rise and ring,

and like the robins they sing
with bright bill chirps as
their wings catch the light,
a song takes flight
and a tale rises from the dust,
because it must,
a wonder of sorrow, regret,
love, or glory–

Once upon a time. . .imagine. You tell the story.

Once again, I used some of Jane’s Random Words. (Thank you!) I’m still thinking about truth, fiction (see last week’s musings), and the half-truths and flat-out political/cultural lies of our current time (see, the Republican party.)

We watched the movie, The Wonder based on the novel by Emma Donoghue, who also worked on the screenplay. I had read the book, but I didn’t remember all the details. The story is inspired by true accounts of fasting girls, particularly a girl in Wales. For her story based on facts—and not—Donoghue moved the location to Ireland after the famine. I liked both the book and the movie. Florence Pugh is wonderful as the English nurse sent to watch the girl. I’ve read several of Donoghue’s books, and though Room is her most famous, several others are based on historical events and set in past centuries. I found the story of her most recent book Haven, fascinating, though I disliked all the characters. I find it difficult to feel sympathy for religious fanatics and misogynists in any era.

Both of my children had birthdays this past week. We saw one and wished the other happy birthday by phone—then ate some cake.

There was a big football game last night. I don’t follow sports at all. I made my husband some goodies and sat with him for the first half hour. Lots of excitement in my area about the Eagles, but unfortunately, they lost. My husband said it was a good game though.

I’m hosting Prosery on dVerse today, so I’ll be back!

47 thoughts on “The Fathomable Unknown

  1. Lovely musings today, Merril. Of course, your photos are stunning as usual. I love the plumb robin. We’ve been seeing so many lately, along with huge blue jays. Derek and I watched the game. He’s a huge Eagle fan. Needless to say, he wasn’t happy, but at least it wasn’t a boring blow-out.

    • Thank you so much, Jill.💙
      The birds are really getting into spring mode, aren’t they?

      I cannot follow football at all. To me, it’s a bunch of huge guys crashing into each other, followed by a commercial.😂 I thought I did well lasting for a half and hour. Of course I was eating . . .

  2. A beautiful poem, Merril. I love the song-sound of it, as if you were ringing in the spring. That came across beautifully.
    And I was like you regarding the Superbowl – rooting for the Eagles, but not really caring that much. Lol. 🙂

  3. This read almost like a song, a beautiful one, heralding spring. So lovely.
    And I, for one, was happy at the outcome of the Super Bowl 😉
    I loved Room – both book and movie and should try more of Emma Donoghue’s books.

  4. I love the robin in budding tree photo. The color and texture of the tree against the blue of the sky is very appealing to me. Happy birthday to your two offspring! The bruchetta looks really good with those nice slabs of fresh mozzarella cheese. Have a good week!

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