Thursday, October 29, 2020

The Tulip Tree

 


The Tulip Tree


Embroidered with flowers

and hammock slung

I dream

through a summer's day 

and flit between

sun-lighted stillness

and the love-notes of birds.


by Margaret Bednar, October 29, 20202

Linked with "Poets and Storytellers United - Weekly Scribblings #43 - Found Poems & Erasures"


This poem is an erasure poem from an old book "Quiet Hours with Nature" Mrs. Brightwen (1904).   The chapter  on "The Tulip Tree" runs 7 pages with two beautiful illustrations.  

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Holy


 

Holy

Beeswax, His body -

wick, His soul - flame, His divinity;

my voice, soft and low,


eyes upon blessed candle,

lips caressing holy words,

my fingers familiar with beaded bone.


"Old family heirloom, a relic from the Holy Land."

Grandpa would wink (an antler he'd whittled),

but we allowed Grandma her antiquity


as she held me in her lap and told me

of relics: the holy grail, Eucharistic miracles,

incorrupt body of St. Bernadette...


and I, entranced, felt her breath on my neck,

her soft bosom better than any pillow,

and her voice, like incense, filled the room.


I pray from my heart; Mary brings the Trinity, 

and I relax into peace and hear 

Grandma singing with the angels.


by Margaret Bednar, October 21 


This is linked with "Poets & Storytellers United - About those bones"  

Write poetry or prose which explores where the bones in the poem below might've come from.  (poem written by https://magicalmysticalteacher.wordpress.com  HERE)

fingers framed by light
clutching an old rosary
carved of human bone