Eaerthly Baubles


Pretend the world
Is a Christmas tree ornament
Hung high on a burning limb of Night,
Spinning within a dream it fell
Ringing the stars like a church bell
Souls praying for a heavenly light
Buried races rose to pray
Light as the Night burned away.



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-05-07 at 00:58

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The imagery is here is enigmatic and gorgeous. I see it two {or more} different ways in my mind and I love that. I move back and forth from a single bulb to a light on a string of lights, the effect that the spinning of a dream would have on each of these and the effect of their falling. The final line seems to have such hope in my opinion: There will be light. Whether it's literally the light from the fire or the light of prayer or the coming absence of night, there will be light. *bookmarked*
2013-05-07


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I love the idea of the earth as a Christmas tree ornament. Some fine poetry here, Chaucer!
2013-05-07