Wednesday, December 3, 2014

The head a great cavern


The head, a great cavern, windswept,
hoary with rime; at its farthest reaches,
words, like gulls, mad, with their cry.



11 comments:

Stream Source said...

Hummm...

A crazy, icy, airhead? Or am I reading too much into this ;~)

Beautifully said, in any event.

William Michaelian said...

Well, at least there is that, he said, smiling. And if it is a real experience, faithfully and accurately described?

Stream Source said...

I cannot tell a lie. I have been each one of these people - how else could I know. And, on occasion I have been all of them at once! But never, as I was being accused of these crimes were the words exchanged so eloquently set forth ~

Grateful to have since weeded that garden...

Lorraine Renaud said...

I'm right in in....and i can't get out...

William Michaelian said...

Just remember, Donna, that when we see those weeds on a hillside, we call them wildflowers....

On the bright side, Lorraine, your echo makes a lovely accompaniment.

Jonathan Chant said...

Helping to lag the howling draughts in my cavern. Beautiful words, William.

William Michaelian said...

Jonathan, many thanks.

Stream Source said...

I didn't do right by this poem with my intended quip (sort of a quip) that turned around to nip at my own heels - an unexpected but interesting turn of mind. =0

So, humbly, I'm here to offer my appreciation for the intensity of this piece. ‘Hoary with rime’, could be a stand-alone poem ~

William Michaelian said...

~ ~ ~

For me there is joy in your return, just as there is when I dwell in the meaning and sound of each word. And when I said, “And if it is a real experience, faithfully and accurately described?” I was really referring to my own just prior, and at the time of, writing these lines. And then, too, think how different the effect would be if I had used the word “rhyme,” instead of one charged with multiple meanings, “rime.” But in saying this, I don’t wish to imply any great intention on my part, for these things arise of their own, and I am a witness standing by.

Stream Source said...

I thought of ‘hoary’ and ‘rime’ as having similar qualities; I had to look them up to sort it out.

Your poems may ‘arise’ but they are brought through the great, windswept cavern by a skillful guide… or a very clever, mad gull.

William Michaelian said...

For every great cavern, a Dante and his Virgil; but of course my money is on the clever, mad gull.