Poetry Month
For the next few weeks, I’ll be focused on writing a poem a day for National Poetry Month. So there may be some weeks when nothing much happens here. I’ll put up some of the poems, but probably not all. If you’re interested in more, they can be found on my All Poetry site.
The April Wednesday Word Contest is also there. I’ve not received any submissions as of this writing, but give it a day or two… there will be interesting uses of the April word bank which is focused on the idea of the World Tree. I’ve borrowed this image from Alan Lee because I think it captures the sheltering essence of Yggdrasil. Even if that was not his intent…
And now, a poem for Palm Sunday…
unsound songs
we sing the wrong stories songs of blood and sword bones bleached on battlefields rings and wraiths illusion and illusory fate love lost to crossed stars horns herald heroes boasts brayed of belligerent lords flutes trilling fabled flights of fancy strange bird song from no forest known what of the majesty of the morning star the bravery of ash blossoms what of the grandeur of the autumn garden the mystery of each miraculous seed
give me skies of starlight give me rainbows and ephemeral aurora give me the captivating splendor of silent snow all in swelling song sing to me of warm bread of infant heads soft with sleep sing to me of full bellies joyfully awakening to daily love sing to me of mundane magic the web of wonder that binds the world what is the death of a hero or the sacrifice of the chosen one just one more victory for those who would unmake life we have given them too much glory it is time for new songs…
©Elizabeth Anker 2023
By My Solitary Hearth 