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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, January 7, 2013

Moons Under My Feet

Castle in the Air (1928) by M.C. Escher (source)

In the air, I was a queen
My castle was impenetrable
My fortunes infinite as the stars.
If only I had known
that when your world is built upon a whisper,
You must not scream.
I fell through
a hole in my delusions.
You, my king, did not catch me.
I prepared to die in the water,
an extinguished meteor.
The swans caught me
like a breath.
A seed, they planted me
 in the mud of my new home.
Here I grew real
as the thirteen moons under my feet.




11 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such an imaginative telling of this image. It invites a narrative, and yours is perfect.

I fell through
a hole in my delusions... These lines are so apposite to the effects of Escher's artwork.

Pat Tillett said...

Hi there! Long time no see. Your beautiful words REALLY complement the graphic. Very nice. I also really like that same line...

Grace said...

How creative, I like the idea of growing up real as 13 moons under my feet ~

Well done with the challenge ~

Helen said...

This resonated with me .. in my life, I have fallen through several holes in my delusions! Pairing of poetry and art work perfectly.

darev2005 said...

Nice. Escher always put words in my head, too. He must have been a fascinating man.

I imagine you and he had the same kind of imagination.

Brian Miller said...

this is very magical mouse...the swans catching you on a breathe is very cool....a few lines that jumped out at me...

when your world is built upon a whisper,
You must not scream

there is some interesting wisdom in that...smiles.

Susan said...

OwWooo!

"If only I had known
that when your world is built upon a whisper,
You must not scream."

But do not blame the narrator only for the lack of sustenance, praise her for finding the moons!

Kay L. Davies said...

Wonderful, Ms Mouse. I love it. I chose the same picture but mine was a much less artistic approach.
Good work!
K

Fireblossom said...

I love this freaky fairy tale! The thirteen moons are a great touch. And the whisper/scream part.

I am bummed that my poem "Charity", which was supposed to be funny, and a poke at the speaker, ended up making some of my favorite people question themselves. :-( I love your poems.

Peggy said...

What a wonderful imagining Sheri! Love where you went from this picture. And, by the way, I like the mouse pictures on your blog!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Woah! This was kickass great! Loved the ultimate triumph, plus I identify with (ugly) ducklings, so the swan are wonderful. Beauty!