October Feathers II – Beverly Dyer
Four feathers cut like quills
to scribble the moon
out of the sky
to scratch
scratch
scratch
and one so small
I can hardly hold it
between my finger and my thumb
two feathers
curved like blades
to slice the wind
and three as smooth
as paper
and one so small
it floats away
on the words I whisper
one feather
like a sunrise
pink with hope
like a freshly ironed blouse
on the bus into town
and one striped like
a tiger prowling
through the lily pads
of the polystyrene jungle
and one dotted
like a widow’s veil
and one that speaks
only to me
shhh
Mish is hosting at dVerse tonight. She’s introduced us to Beverly Dyer, and asked us to choose one of her gorgeous paintings to inspire our verse tonight. I chose a painting of feathers – so tactile, so enigmatic.
A truly ekphrastic poem, Sarah, which starts with scribbling and scratching and ends with a hush – light as a feather. I love the thought of ‘feathers cut like quills / to scribble the moon / out of the sky’ – that’s what we poets do!
The image that stands out is:
‘one feather
like a sunrise
pink with hope
like a freshly ironed blouse
on the bus into town’.
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Thanks, Kim. I’m glad you liked that one.
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I love this… it really speaks to me in the same way as thirteen ways of looking at blackbirds, each little group of feathers becoming its own little tale.
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All the feathers each telling their tales, each giving its history. It puts me in mind of list poems that describe things, like the blackbird poem. I have read this several times and each time, I am entranced more.
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Sarah, you have done honor to each of these lovely feathers with your words. You let their spirits speak to you to share and then that special one who speaks only to you ❤
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I like the “shhh” at the end when the feather speaks.
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You’ve given the feathers such purpose and life. This is beautifully written.
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A captivating write that compliments the artwork so well. I love the vivid and imaginative stories of each feather and the mystery of your own. Love this, Sarah.
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An excellent read, and creative take on the prompt; a whole fairy tale wafted out of those feathers; loved it
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Such a beautiful poem on feathers. But special feathers and a thanks to Beverley for sharing them for added poems.
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I love how each feather spoke to you, and that emotional tug at the end got me:
and one dotted
like a widow’s veil
and one that speaks
only to me
shhh
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I really like this, Sarah. As Björn said there is something about the thirteen ways of looking, but it seems more personal somehow–each feather, but also you. It’s really a lovely poem.
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I love your descriptions of the feathers. Feathers are such masterpieces!
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The many facets of feathers, so captures my mind.
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So lovely! Thank you very much! Cheers, Bev
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Thank YOU! Lovely artwork to write to.
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Love the personification of each of these quills- bravo!!
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That was so cool. Lots to like. Not just the one “so small it floats away on the words I whisper”.
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That last feather’s the one I want…a wonderful marriage of image to word. (K)
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Beautiful interpretation of the artwork, Sarah! I like how each feather has it’s own personality.
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Excellent interpretation Sarah, of this piece you chose of Beverly’s art. Wonderful choice! I’d considered that piece.
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This is a gem, Sarah, especially the one like the freshly ironed blouse on the bus into town. I loved that!
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Thank you. I’ve been a bit under the weather, so I have neglected wordpress for a bit. Hope you’re well.
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I am doing really well so sending you hugs and wishes and hope you are on the bend ASAP 🤗🤗☘️☘️
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