Flashes of light arrive
through the mist of ages.
Slightly colored by interference,
an eerie volumetric haze.
Events, occurring in the distant past.
Declaration of laws, allocation of land,
punishment of crimes, vows of allegiance.
Looking over Þingvellir towards the reddened sun
– that strange nordic semi-permanent late afternoon,
crimson reflections on the lake, distant plumes of steaming vents –
is looking back in time, where history unfolds,
between our eyes and the horizon.
Through the blog of the talented Hames1977 I discovered the clever poetry challenge at the Bookstains blog (full link below). The author of the blog challenges readers to write a poem or haiku inspired by a charming Barbara Hepworth sculpture.
” It might be mathematical
… Highly unlikely
It could be psychological
… But only slightly
Turned upon itself, like a suicidal wasp
A blind soothsayer, injecting its venom
With the strings of its harp right through its exoskeleton.
The messenger has killed himself.
But then …
It surely must be mythological
… quite rightly.
Since it clearly derives
From Greek Tragedy
It is tragedy enshrined
In an endless cabinet
Not a chest, but a chestnut,
White on the inside, wooden on the outside,
By God almighty!
It’s a coffin!
The organic form,
The Apollinic nut,
The finish, the refinement,
The Sybillic enigmatic sign,
It’s a string-bearer,
A bearer of Truth and Falsity,