At times sunset
comes down
like a fist,
clenched with
unsaid words,
storms forecast,
and even the color pink
becomes a
menace
of feminine power. Continue reading
Category Archives: Poetry
America the Beautiful
Shoulder to shoulder
with people determined
to be heard,
holding up signs
in weary arms,
speaking in twitter-like tweets
to a man who cannot
turn his back
and ignore millions
around the country
and around the world. Continue reading
January Misgivings
In honor of Donald Trump’s Inauguration Day, I find myself speechless, but I am resonating with:
Herman Melville’s Misgivings
When ocean-clouds over inland hills
Sweep storming in late autumn brown,
And horror the sodden valley fills,
And the spire falls crashing in the town,
I muse upon my country’s ills—
The tempest bursting from the waste of Time
On the world’s fairest hope linked with man’s foulest crime. Continue reading
A Sonnet: Let the Sun Set on Hatred
I wrote this pre-Trump, but I think it still covers a lot of the right ground. Let’s not attack each other. Let’s lay aside our differences and work toward a stable future. Let’s try to not dismantle the things that matter out of our fear.
We are all children together looking for answers,
Cheered by beauty, gymnasts, athletes or dancers.
We look for family, love or a release to our pain,
For food, comfort, or shelter from fear and distain.
We are all alike: blessed by every sunny day,
Then cast down by ice storms and endless gray.
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Curled with Cold
forest fern
curled with cold
gathers sunshine
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Yay to the New England Patriots who won a playoff last night! Woo-hoo!
Restless
Restless in winter, inside,
because of ice, afraid to fall. Continue reading
Surviving Ice
Ice survives rain
and the chill warmth
of balmy January,
in pieces.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Are you the rain, hitting fast and gone as quickly, or the ice, surviving, but in pieces?
The Wizard Sea
This gray day, I find myself at sea, as I read Herman Melville’s poetry. In his life, he suffered the fears and disappointments of writing for a living. The fickle nature of the sea symbolized his readers, who loved Moby Dick, but deserted him with their indifference to his later works, including stirring civil war poetry.
Here is an excerpt from his poem, The Haglets, that speaks to my fairy-tale-loving heart:
Imbedded deep with shells
And drifted treasure deep,
Forever he sinks deeper in
Unfathomable sleep —
His cannon round him thrown,
His sailors at his feet,
Where never haglets beat. Continue reading
When Your Feet are Draggin’
“When your feet are draggin’
and your knees are sagging’
and you don’t know what to do
a little jive is good for you! Continue reading
gather here.
Here is fairy magic courtesy of Beth at ididnthavemyglasseson, home of irony, humor and appreciation of all things kid. Great fairy call by Emily Dickinson. Who can resist an indoor winter fairy village?
when grandie v and i
have finished building our indoor winter fairy village
with jewels and feathers and sparkles, a flower vine swing, love tape, and puff ball beds
it is very important to write about it and invite them to move in tonight.
—
“when I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeting,
chin to knee on the orchard wall, cooled with dew and cherries eating.
merry, merry, take a cherry, mine are sounder, mine are rounder,
mine are sweeter for the eater, when the dews fall, and you’ll be fairies all.”
-emily dickinson
Frozen Trickle
maverick trickle,
still, icy rivulet takes
the path less traveled Continue reading
Mary Oliver Reminds Me
Bound by the shared weight of winter,
the empty bird feeder and I
let down our neighbors, as our emptiness
lets in the cold, the sleet and the
wet indifference of early snowfall.
Where is our divinity, our seed,
our stored warmth and harvest? Continue reading
Friendly Fairy Tales 