A Month with Yeats: Day Nineteen

from ‘The Valley of the Black Pig’.

‘We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore,
The grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew,
Being weary of the world’s empires, bow down to you,
Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.’—W.B. Yeats


As we relish the thought of the unknown
Fly me to the moon and shimmy with stars
Try to stab the sword into the stone

Strap the monkey like some avatars
Kiss the crime goodbye and merge with the flow
Hurtle ourselves to the cries of centaurs

As we dream of stars and their afterglow
The flame of the sun some distant away
I call your name and bounce back like echo

Gaseous layers to form some nebulae
Swirling dust clouds that’s something to observe
Left in an island like some castaway

The sting of betrayal I don’t deserve
Chop the happiness and the trust I gave
And to think I gave him all, what a nerve

What’s left for me to do is to be brave
And continue with my own repertoires
I can’t be in his memory a slave

As I walk the shore on this cloudy day
I glided out to the sea andante
As we relish the thought of the unknown
Try to stab the sword into the stone*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Lauranelle


For: A Month with Yeats: Day Nineteen, Wordle 326 Nov 19 by brenda warren , Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #19

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Music Prompt Challenge #16: “Everglow” by Cold Play #amwriting #musicchallenge #music

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “End of Summer” by Stanley Kunitz: air, light, hinge, worm, song, stubble, silo, over, iron, clangs, blows, order

A hinge of sorrow as I sang this song
Wind blows air whereas our love so strong
Come back! Come back! We miss you so
You left us a long time ago
A love as strong as an ironclad
Come back to us, we all miss you our Dad

You used to give us order and guidance
We swam in the azure, there was balance
You left! You left! And we’re so sad
Miss your cooking, we have to add
Like a silo holding grain, you’re our light
You left us over to a place so bright

We cried out in pain as loud as a clang
But we can’t complain, you’re yin to our yang
Everglow! Everglow! Our Dad
Still in our hearts what we had
We could still see your smile and big belly
Everglow your memories make us glee*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Staccato

For: Music Prompt Challenge #16: “Everglow” by Cold Play #amwriting #musicchallenge #music, Whirligig 138

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Weekend Writing Prompt #29 – Moonstruck – Ragtag – Wanderlust in Shadorma


be in love
world full of roses
Him Indoors
wavy sea
world falls apart without him
to love and to hold

the Revolution
I was there
in ocean
with groups of idealist
from different places

heavy heart
said goodbye to them
crossed the sea
see the world
challenges and experience
far away from home

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Weekend Writing Prompt #29 – Random, Shadorma November: 18 of 30

A Month with Yeats: Day Eighteen

from Yeats’ apocalyptic poem, ‘The Valley of the Black Pig.’

‘The dews drop slowly and dreams gather;’ —W.B. Yeats


in the darkest hour, dews form
where dreams slowly clash with the stars
dragoons perish like brontosaurs
battles were fought during storm

souls grew old
tired and weary
from the unknown
masters ruled
strategies changed
fallen from great height

some undertakings in the memoirs
like being stuck in the hailstorm
and the reception was lukewarm
music with meshing of guitars

souls grew wise
lessons learned
respect and hope
peace to all

ang lahat ng tao
dumadaan sa pagsubok
(all people
go through challenges)*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* La’libertas

For: A Month with Yeats: Day Eighteen, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #18


Hope by Emily Bronte


Hope was but a timid friend;
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish-hearted men.

She was cruel in her fear;
Through the bars, one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!

Like a false guard, false watch keeping,
Still, in strife, she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping;
If I listened, she would cease.

False she was, and unrelenting;
When my last joys strewed the ground,
Even Sorrow saw, repenting,
Those sad relics scattered round;

Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain,
Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
Went, and ne’er returned again!

For: Nurt Thurs – Your Project

November 16: Flash Fiction Challenge – Mesh in Shadorma


common mesh
their memories mesh
caught in a mesh of crosses
and double crosses

like a shoal
herrings trashed in net
play on fears
of unknown
reality of nature
form intricate mesh

family structure
complex mesh
mesh of power equations
conflicts between them

he and she
her frame mesh with his
fingers mesh
his heart beats with hers, in time
like no tomorrow

almost feel her warmth
in concord
in rhythm
between them there’s just one soul
synchronize breathing

be in harmony
and ivory
together make sweet music
and forever more

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: November 16: Flash Fiction Challenge, Shadorma November: 17 of 30, Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 18 November 2017