Sunday, February 10, 2013

Darkling / Old Suns Die

There is a garden
where blackness blooms
and old suns die.

Where seeds of stardust stilled
hold the last of light.
There is a garden

in the crescent of the moon.
I sheave its shadows
where blackness blooms.

And, last, I tend the darkling child -
as time bends back
and old suns die.

A Cascade poem for Hedge's challenge at Real Toads.  

21 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Goodness, MZ--talk about exceeding expectations. This is so potent, so wrapped in shadow...only a very few poems written for this challenge have used the repetition as an incantation--this one definitely has that sound of a spell, or a dark mantra. Turning the garden image around from light to darkness is only the beginning of the originality in this. I especially like "I sheave its shadows' both for alliteration, and for striking(almost assaulting) imagery--the last line also, a strong resolution and an impressionistic bit of verbal brushwork. Fine writing, from first to last. Thanks for bringing this to the party.

Marian said...

yeah, this rather suggests a cauldron. or at least the burning of something. "i tend the darkling child"... argh, i'm glad the sun is shining here now.
this form is very, very hard and yours is magnificent!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I am especially struck by the juxtaposition of:

There is a garden
where blackness blooms...

and

There is a garden

in the crescent of the moon.

The run-on line makes the contrast unexpected and stark. Fine, fine writing.

Brian Miller said...

I sheave its shadows
where blackness blooms....and tend the darkling child...wow...great lines mz....you make the place enchanting yet ominous....

Unfettered BS said...

I too love " sheave its shadows
where blackness blooms"

Nice

Fireblossom said...

I love the notion of "suns", plural. I won't repeat what others have said, but I like the same things they did, and I love this poem.

Helen said...

.... 'there is a garden where blackness blooms' matches the black backdrop of your blog, sets the tone for all that follows. I love this.

Mary said...

Love the idea of old suns dying, MZ. This is quite the write.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Beautifully done. It has a sense of the 'wisdom of ages' about it.

zongrik said...

blackness blooms and suns die, sounds like the end of the universe


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Sylvia K said...

I love it and no one says it better!

Other Mary said...

Oh, love that dark word garden! Wow!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Love the "old suns dying" and I think yours is my favorite of all the cascade poems. Very deep and rich.

Loredana Donovan said...

Intriguing ... there is hope in this darkness you speak of ... well done with the form.

Shawna said...

I love this poem.

Susie Clevenger said...

This has an ominous feel to it..yet in the darkness there is that tiny thread of hope...So much to think about in this one.

Laura said...

beautifully written... heavy and yet as Susie wrote, a tiny thread of hope is present.

Robyn Greenhouse said...

where blackness blooms - this line grabbed me! I feel like there should be a part two to tell me of what happens in this garden!!

Grandmother said...

This is gorgeous- mysterious, ryhthmic, haunting.

Susan said...

You drew my attention willingly to the swollen dark when I normally stick with the light. That is the power of the images here as the stars/sun die to be sheaved to be bundled and to be honored in the child.

Tara R. said...

You seriously need to put your poems in a book.