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The raven caws

The raven caws

The raven caws, leaving
me speechless beneath its nest.
Words rise, but remain locked
behind the bars of my teeth
yet they flow freely from my fingers
(though at the well
I asked that I may speak
for the first time in all my days) .

Again the raven caws
and I feel the flint rise,
smoothed by the waves,
sculpted by life,
yet hard and cold by the ocean,
the flint that was my core for years
uncounted.

I am weary,
I was handed down
too many bodies
(while here, on this beach,
water wells up, bringing
time into the world,
changing, ever rearranging
the lay of lives) –
yet we carry it all
up to the mountain halls
for the wild wind Β to name
thisΒ Β  …presence…

praying mantis/exoskeletal

and hearth rekindled

Β 

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John Loopstra

Thank you, it was a hard time writing it, started the first lines the end of June, abandoned it, added a bit and in August on holiday more bits were added and rearranged. My wife asked me in the cause of a discusdion on Karma (in an Indian restaurant in Clonskilty Ireland) what form my family karma might take and instantly a praying mantis walked into my brain, so there it was... The picture is our own hearth at 🏑❀️ More Irish stuff is coming

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John Loopstra

Hanx, I like repetition in poetry to stress a point and there are too few ravens in the worldΒ 

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Marion

Only ever been to Ireland once John but don't they have the most gloriously enchanting names for their towns? ...a perfect place for inspiration...cracking write x

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John Loopstra

Thank you, and yes, Gaelic is a wonderfully exotic language and the names are hard to pronounce (however, all signs on the city limits are bilingual, so you won't get lost - unless you are inΒ  The Gealtacht, where everything is in Gaelic only (small region in the southwest - Kerry)). It was my 6th time in Ireland and I loved it again differently... It is inspiring, indeed, all the stone circles, the friendly people, the emptiness... we were in the Southwest (West-Cork has 9 times less people in the same surface, with two forays into Kerry , having 17 times less people than Noord-Brabant, the province where we live, so nice and quiet). You should try and visit, the Southwest has the most wonderful coastline I know... There is more stuff coming, wrote four poems in Ireland. Alas, duty calls... back to the office now

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