Sunday, 22 January 2017

Wishing Well and Last Hope

The following two pieces are for this months open mic evening which are loosely based on the non compulsory theme being, Hope.


Wishing Well.

Insanely balanced on the brink of blue
A parcel of jealousy tied with sisal
Ardour, so emerald green, wanting you,
To triumph your love without reprisal

Flick of a coin, heads or tails, your call;
Hoping for a wish, a dream to come true
Down into the darkness can’t see it fall
Oh wishing well, my last hope lies in you.

Slowly the emerald green fades, vivid red
Wishing well? But a mere hole in the ground
How loves foolish obsession ruled my head
Who was I kidding? And I’m ten pounds down.

© Julian Clarke 2017

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Last Hope

The visions are clouded for the cynics of mankind for blindly believing it best not to believe; but Layla’s last hope for her sick one lay in the palms of a pagan priestess. And so the priestess cast her circle upon the ground and with eyes closed she rode the latitudes of time. From all points of the compass winds were weaving weighing mystic chants from the shaman of nations to dance in spiritual trance. Karma gathered and harnessed in heart and so the priestess returned to her own awareness; her rainbow gown laced in white flowed silently while hands circled the air as she sang incantations of spiritual care. With gratitude Layla wore tears on her cheek that fell to the earth as she wept with joy at the breath of her daughter’s soulful re-birth.

©Julian Clarke 2017




20 comments:

  1. A lovely touch of the fantastical in both the poem and the prose piece.

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  2. Those colours carry the poem along so vividly!

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    1. Much appreciated and thank you for your comment.

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  3. Flick of a coin, heads or tails, your call;
    Hoping for a wish, a dream to come true
    Down into the darkness can’t see it fall
    Oh wishing well, my last hope lies in you.

    Beautiful lines, Julian :)

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    1. I'm pleased you liked it, Sanna. Thanks for dropping by.

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  4. Nice to read you, Julian, as always. I especially enjoyed the story told in Last Hope.

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    1. Hi Sherry, thank you for your comments and I'm pleased you enjoued, Last Hope.

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  5. I love this Julian, I almost would have thought they would have worked even better in opposite order with the prose being a story backing the poem... (a bit like a haibun)... but I loved them both.

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    1. Bjorn, thank you for your kind remarks, much appreciated.

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  6. I love this line: "Ardour, so emerald green, wanting you"

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    1. Thank you so much and i@m glad you liked it.

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  7. This too: "and so the priestess returned to her own awareness; her rainbow gown laced in white flowed silently while hands circled the air"

    Also this: "with eyes closed she rode the latitudes of time"

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    1. thank you for your kind remarks, they are very much appreciated.

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    1. Very much appreciated, thank you for droping by.

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  9. Both pieces work well, Julian, and in harmony. Mystical. The haibun suggestion is a good one because haibun is an intriguing format and worth exploring.

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    1. Thank you, Richard for your remarks and I shall certainly have a look at this format.

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  10. How loves foolish obsession ruled my head
    Who was I kidding? And I’m ten pounds down

    Sometimes one gets carried away with love that a lot of efforts trying to please a loved one just fizzle away.

    Hank

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    1. Thanks, Hank, for your comments, as always appreciated.

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