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kindling
“At the first turning of the second stair
I turned and saw below
The same shape twisted on the banister”*
If I dressed somewhere between sackcloth
and silks, my mind might puzzle out
the fair to middling way
if I took the twisted stairs as guide
thoughts of the winding sheet
should not phase faith
nor prompt a last ditch clutch
at hollow rites of passage
If I could cease delight in dense drifts
of diversion, the spun blur of a top’s rotation
each slippery slope where snakes are swayed
by charms – then reaching for the ladder
I would not turn to look below again
but clamber on to Jacob’s sacrosanct domain
Ashes in the grate grow cold and slatey grey
this very day, hellfire is spent, past passion too
there is a dove, a doubt, a flame
a kind of kindling yet again
For all of us who take the season of Lent seriously, here’s hoping we can take it in our stride
Lilian’s Turn, Turn, Turn prompt brought Eliot’s Ash Wednesday * to mind and in turn, his poem set these few lines in motion.
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Great pairing of the Eliot line and that picture. You wrap the words around on themselves and yet move us through your poem, much like a winding staircase. Somewhere between sackcloth and silk – tough wardrobe to find these days. A dove, a doubt, a flame – wonderful image. Beautiful.
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Fabulous feedback – I like the idea of reader treading through the steps of the poem
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Perhaps a much washed and loved linen shirt?
In the rich cream of the walls, with a delicate periwinkle stripe.
And dark wood buttons.
(Enchanted by your picture ;~)
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incredible imagination you have for design Diana 🙂 definitely not a hair shirt but more the need for constancy of faith p.s. the stairs lead up and down to the Tate Britain basement
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Like the way you deal with this theme and especially your close – “a kind of yet kindling again” Wonderful…
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that you Scott – just tipped the balance to an up note there
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I like the balance of perspective, specially seeking that middling way, at the hollow rites of passage.
These lines are glorious:
there is a dove, a doubt, a flame
a kind of kindling yet again
Hope all is well. Happy weekend.
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am sure the straight and narrow is not too straight on and not too narrow – it is the off road diversion of extremes that I am drawn to though hence this poem is a kind of note to self
p.s. yes thank you – after a week am feeling a little more settled Grace – a kind of kindling!
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Nice last two lines: “there is a dove, a doubt, a flame
a kind of kindling yet again”
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I have a feeling Leonard Cohen spoke to me here
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Oh how we struggle for perfection (expectations beyond human nature).
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we try too hard or not hard enough 😉
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Seems so….
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I love how you riffed on Eliot, Laura, and conjured up an image of a sorrowful snakes and ladders board in my mind. My impressions were all in hues of grey before I read that beautiful final stanza.
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that game was the bane of my childhood – and I still dislike it! Riffing on Eliot – what a great theme title
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Maybe a future prompt…
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This is absolutely stunning, Laura! ❤️ The poem as a whole feels like climbing a staircase with emotions stirring inside the heart .. especially love; “past passion too there is a dove, a doubt, a flame a kind of kindling yet again.” Wishing you a blessed and peaceful Lent. 🌹
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thank you Sanaa for your good wishes and kind comment
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This is an excellent poem Laura, I admire how you took the quote and made it your own, the pairing of the winding of sheets and the stairs, the reference to Jacob, and how you kindle fire to continue the climbe.
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thank you for such thought full feedback
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this is so beautiful Laura, twisted stairs and winding sheet, Jacob’s ladder, life and death intertwined and then “a dove, a doubt a flame” I am bookmarking this one to come back and read again.
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hello and welcome – I have missed your posts of late
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You grope here for contemporary context of faith — a modernity which is wise sometimes, wizened others, too aware of what premoderns were terrified of, which is good and not … like ash that is yet kindling … Such precipitous connoitering is exactly the balance-beam-work of writing poems, finding that stable enough transit from I to Thou. That was Eliot’s labor, and the same hard work you have cashiered here.
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your comments are as brilliant as your poems – thank you for such fine feedback. “balance-beam-work of writing poems,” – that is a phrase I shall hang on to
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