Poem -
Angelus Borealis
for Lorna
A sun-shaft cleaves the parting teardrop clouds
Illumining those rain-stained copper wings
which lend protecting shade and gentle shroud
To starling, finch and less celestial things.
So haloed by corona of the Sun
Her wingspan-reach caresses distant shore
That feathered touch; more gently plays than one
so rudely bolted, cast and wrought of ore.
Yet Angels (even artful) cannot claim
a foothold on this living, artless bier
Those Sentinels ~ on wings of crafted flame ~
must crest the arc; or die at the nadir.
But as She scales the clouds ~ resplendent, free
My Northern Angel casts her shade on me.
[Painting of the "Angel of the North" by Lorna Caizley]
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Ear to ear xxxxx
And wingtip to wingtip.
Thank you.
J xxxx
Truly soaring with creative wings....... spreading a love across the expanse....... and loosing the love from the heavens upon the one awaiting below...... I'm not sure whatΒ inspired this but it has such elegantly phrased affection that it touched me .......a pleasure to the ear...... and filled poetic references magnifique!!......smokin' grooves JASON!!........ fistful-O-Stars!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xoΒ ?β³β΄β
We all inspire each other Tony.
And here on Cosmo...that's almost invariably in the positive sense!!
Thank you...so glad you like it.
J ;)
I am from the North East of England, so this poem was particularly meaningful to me. Beautiful words! X
Thanks Katy...I'm glad you liked it.
J ;)
Reminds me of Bob Dylan's song, 'North Country Girl.'
Thanks.
I'm not especially familiar with Dylan, but I'll check it out.
J ;)
My Dear Friend Jason,
Cast no aspersions on the omnipotence of a Jason Brown ode. Β
Nadir to Zenith times infinity.
He takes us from the bowels of Hell, to the Gates of Paradise.
With eloquent metaphor and flowering rhetoric.
We are reading "History In The Making".
Peace and Love, my Brother,
Larry xxx
Larry, my dear & treasured friend...
the haikus of Ran
I'd take any day Β over
the odes of Horace
your friend & fan,
J ;)
The freedom she has, makes me want to know her. Β I love this from beginning to end, J.