Sunday, September 15, 2013

Tombolo




The scent of peat rises
to the rafters, settles in my hair.
Lift a strand from my neck,
fasten it with a Pictish brooch,
golden as the penannular moon.

Stoke the fire with evening,
surround me like a shawl.
Lull to bliss by the tune
of burning dreams;
we sing so quietly at the end.

Mainland and island tie,
become an endless wonderwall,
grow pregnant with India;
the brain-child of all points east,
the touching tongues of our roots.


tk/September 2013 


Thanks to R.A.D. Stainforth, for bringing my words to life.  




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27 comments:

  1. ...'grow pregnant with India'... &... 'the touching tongues of our roots' --- these are striking lines for me... too many to adore in this well-crafted piece, Tess! ...& as always, Mr. R.A.D. is a treat to ears.... smiles...

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    1. Thank you, Kelvin...yes, he certainly is...

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  2. 'the tune of burning dreams'.....wow Tess really loved all of Tombolo but esp that line....Kay x

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  3. Your poetry this morning feels mystical, surrounded by a mist, otherworldly. Lovely.

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  4. From the land of the Picts - beautiful.

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  5. St. Ninian's feast day is tomorrow, Sept 16. Just read that :)

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    1. Oh! Lovely synchronicity! I'm psychic you know...

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  6. Tombolo. Ah, thanks for clarifying. And all these years I thought it was Italian for tomboy. Now I need to look up penannular.

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  7. I second Mama Zen's comment. Exquisite indeed.
    Anna :o]

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  8. I just love the lines:

    Lull to bliss by the tune
    of burning dreams;
    we sing so quietly at the end.

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  9. Preganant indeed. It does have an umbilical look to it.

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  10. Very beautiful, Madame Pictish squaw.....

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  11. The aroma of peat is overpowering. Heightens psychic powers:)

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  12. like Kelvin said - each line is a masterpiece and i am not sure i can pick just one ...beautiful

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  13. There's beautiful imagery in your poem, Tess. I especially like "stoke the fire with evening".

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  14. Tess, I had not read yours prior to using a language "Thracian".
    I did not listen to the spoke...it is always SO beautiful. But do ya know, I can "hear" his vocalization, just as any musician's ears will do. It is FUN.

    Thanks for opportunity to share my own.

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    1. I so agree...R.A.D.'s velvety voice is music to the ears...always a treat to see you at Magpie, Steve...

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  15. i love this. the last stanza summed it up beautifully!

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  16. Listening to this I feel the gentle calm of my own family's roots pulling us deeper, together.

    Stroke the fire with evening, surround me like a shawl.... (such a lovely thought)

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  17. So wonderful, Tess!
    The second stanza is perfection!

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  18. Mysterious to the end..just the way I like it!

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