Nostalgia takes over today... So here I am, posting an early poem for once. [illustration by Benjamin Laombe, via] Acrobatics by Kalyiel Today, I feel the glass spinning top of childhood Piercing the membrane of my heart in its Mindless revolution. Like a key, turning and turning And I'm the doll, walking and walking whilst …
Day Eighteen of This Neverending Journey…
["L'éducation de la Vierge", after Georges de La Tour, via Art Inconnu] Fever by Kalyiel Sleep makes you sick: sick with visions; Where the stars never shine, you see flickering lights, Where the children are wise, you see fear and phantoms... And yet - you follow them until you tears glisten With the fury of …
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Day 17: Impressions
Not precisely in keeping with today's prompt, but not exactly far off either. Just trying to relax and get back on track, for the moment. [image via] Evening Impression by Kalyiel Suspended between your lips - a whisper; Behind the curtained window - a reflection, A fleeting impression of the light on glass. This time …
Na PoWriMo Day Sixteen
NaPoWriMo is turning out to be an interesting experiment. For one, I was expecting my poems to be getting shorter and shorter by the day, as I'd be getting bored and lose my creativity/inspiration. It seems, however, that I was wrong. The first few poems I've written for NaPoWriMo are much shorter than my more …
They All Dance the Macabray…
For today, just a sort of poetic exercise... ["Holly" by Louis Smith, via] Pentina Macabre by Kalyiel I have eaten two humans - one was a man, the other a woman... They taste the same. ~ Eating with Cannibals Down in the graveyard, the blackbird, Piping on unhallowed ground, Calling and waking the crippled ghosts, …
Day Fourteen: Illusions
[illustration for E.A. Poe by Alberto Martini, via] Escapism by Kalyiel I never could get used to this voice from a statue or a parrot, a voice that came out of the dreams, not from a throat. ~ Julio Cortázar, "House Taken Over" If you could get out of here, where would you go? Have …
Day Thirteen: Imaginings
I wrote today's poem on a train, and it was inspired by a greeting card (see below). The quotation in italics that I used within the poem is from "The Spy", sung by The Doors. False Memoirs from Prague by Kalyiel Crescent moon and alleyway knee-deep in darkness. The sort of people you only meet …
Nostalgia: Day Twelve
Today's NaPoWriMo prompt was very much to my liking, and so I've written a poem accordingly. The prompt: Spend a few moments examining an old photograph—a found image, a photo from childhood, an iconic shot from history—and give it a title. Then put the photo aside and write a poem using this title. The "photograph" …
At the Back of One’s Mind: Day Eleven
The eleventh one is in celebration of my newly-acquired tarot deck. And since tarot calls for a decent amount of obscurity, I've decided for a title in Romanian (well, half of it, at least). [detail from "The Temptation of St Anthony" by Hieronymus Bosch, via Wikipedia] Oasele desperecheate ale altcuiva or Rites of Passage by …
Day Ten
A really quick one, since I've been away all day. (And no internet.) A Petition by Kalyiel Oh, spare me the unreason of sleep, said I. Spare me sleep and give me dreams, yes, Dreams instead, so frothy and full of life, Full of cities I've never been to, places That don't exist - well, …
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