todos los eucaliptos ordenados…”
Gone was the labyrinth. Lost
the eucalyptuses so well aligned*
refining the marshes where gardens struck
gold in the muck of ages
and though time pieces fail, yet there is honeysuckle
tendrils can always tangle up a jungle maze
erasing boundaries beyond limitation
a strange creation now with the labyrinth gone
Asterion bewildered by such sudden wilderness
harnessed man and beast to seven sisterly stars
each Fall discharging balefully with fine meteoric ire
fireballs of Halloween where the fleet periodic comet
posits over and again indivisibility of an eliptical river
one mirador with cursory views of long gone faces
can yet trace all who’ve outlived reflection
some are still here to hear the silent fountain
fortune’s rusty squeak of roundabout and swing
giddy giggling children buried in nettles
tennis balls mislaid and rope moldering in a rubbish skip
I go tip-toeing around nostalgia for the lost park
Adding my versifying voice to the Poetry Pantry
Pimp these words series -using another’s first lines to set my poetry in motion whilst I attempt also to stay in keeping with the original
*Jorge Luis Borges (1985)- read full poem with translation – Elegy for a Park
Beautifully worded poem, of nature and astronomy, a nostalgia of sorts. Greetings.
LikeLike
and the chance to weave some mythology of the minotaur
LikeLike
I love how you remember it… so much change in our lives and we need the memories.
LikeLike
lost childhoods and time past woven into the eternal circle of Borges’ elegy
LikeLike
I love the seven sisterly stars…..and the tiptoing around nostalgia. I know that tiptoing. Smiles.
LikeLike
The sisters are the clue to the Minotaur! Nostalgia can be cloying so we have to tread lightly Sherry
LikeLike
Somehow this made me think of the temple of Angkor Wat, lost in the jungle. Great read!
LikeLike
Read the Borges poem & easier to see the wood for the trees 😉
LikeLike
I enjoyed reading your poem
LikeLike
Thank you
LikeLike
This has such poise about it…elegant phrasing lifting itself from the page to make you stop and read again and then smile a smile that says ‘i wish i’d written that’
LikeLike
This has to be one of the most heartening comments Paul – many thanks
LikeLike
Beautifully penned piece!
LikeLike
Really appreciate your appreciation- thank you
LikeLike
Such nostalgia for the lost park….brings back memories especially the squeaky swings.
‘some are still here to hear the silent fountain
fortune’s rusty squeak of roundabout and swing
giddy giggling children buried in nettles
tennis balls mislaid and rope moldering in a rubbish skip
I go tip-toeing around nostalgia for the lost park’
LikeLike
I guess we all have a lost park somewhere Donna
LikeLike
A beautiful response to your source of inspiration,.
LikeLike
thank you Rosemary – its a way of discovering more poets and giving me a better understanding of the poems
LikeLike
Memories are treasures, and when they’ve been touched by the words of Borges even more so… 🙂
LikeLike
and as he says “All are things of the past. Or are they? “
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes!
LikeLike
What strange beauty there is being lost both in the scene you created and the words playing with us as in childish dreams.
LikeLike
you picked up so well on how I tried to weave the poem- thank you
LikeLike
Wow a most elegant poem
“harnessed man and beast to seven sisterly stars” love this and this
“the silent fountain, fortune’s rusty squeak of roundabout and swing”
LikeLike
thank you and welcome – by the way, that first one is a reference to Taurus and the Pleiades
LikeLike
Especially enjoyed the last stanza…
LikeLike
one we can all relate to 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I go tip-toeing around
nostalgia for the lost park
It gives lots of personal satisfaction to be remembering all those times of old. Great way of narration, Laura!
Hank
LikeLike
and some pain and consternation too I think Hank
LikeLike
I love this!❤️ Especially that last stanza 😀
LikeLike
yes came over all wistful there Sanaa
LikeLike
I enjoyed the mythology and the way you wove this poem. I like the idea of tiptoeing around nostalgia!
LikeLike
That’s good to know Mary – I have a soft spot for mythology – not least the Minotaur/Asterion
LikeLike