Sunday, February 6, 2011

Haunted blue horizon (a poem)

Photo by Sean McCormick -- visit his website here.

Haunted blue horizon

indigo to black
rising into night
etched with diamonds
traces of the forgotten
streaking across
the glass ceiling
and round
spilling untold dreams
into the vortex

shooting stars
fall too soon
into a prairie sky
stretched out
across the night
to earth

burning out
beyond the open door
where dreamers

music plays
in memoriam

dancers spin
round and round

haunted by the steps
of starbursts streaming
through the night
falling down

out of control.

I felt the call of this blue-hued wonder in Sean McCormick's photograph -- I'm thinking from somewhere in the Neutral Hills of Central Eastern Alberta 'cause that's where Sean lives -- and answered the One Shoot Photography Sunday Poetry Challenge. You can too by clicking on over to One Stop Poetry.

Sean is the guest Photographer over at One Shoot Photography Sunday -- he's an Alberta boy -- gotta love him! And his photos -- wow!

Go on -- give it a try. Read some of the amazing poetry Sean's photo inspired and... get inspired yourself and leave your link. You'll be glad you did!


Maureen said...

Like how you imagined the roof as a "glass ceiling".

S. Etole said...

It's always interesting how each of you respond to these challenges.

Gigi Ann said...

Wonderful take on the prompt. Your imagination is fantastic.

Brian Miller said...

spinning out of sure feels like it sometimes...every thing going faster and faster...stars falling....i like this...

dustus said...

The sense of circular movement in your poem is intense. "streaking across / the glass ceiling" What a fantastic description! Very well written poetry with a nice sound to the lines, Louise.

Anonymous said...

i'm still waiting for a purple horse to poke it's head out of that window.

Joyceann Wycoff said...

love the photo and your poem ... "traces of the forgotten stories" ... really powerful.

Cheryl Snell said...

This put me in mind of Eliot in Four Quartets, and of the spinning radiometer on my writing desk. Lovely to see where the photo took you, Louise.

Glynn said...

A lot of good things come out of Canada. Like Sean McCormick's photography. Like this poem. I really like this, Louise.

Ruth said...

Nice. I'm thinking of dervishes now. Lost in that cycle, rhythm, world.

trisha said...

This was splendid louise. just splendid. you gave life to that pic.

rmpWritings said...

"etched with diamonds / traces of the forgotten / stories / streaking across"

love the picture this paints; it goes well with the photo prompt