A Month with Yeats

Day 17 of Jane Dougherty‘s  alternative to NanoWritMo A Month With Yeats. You can find Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes. 

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Today’s poem is : Aedth Wishes for the cloths of heaven.

And the Quote.: The blue and the dim and the dark cloths. Of night and light and half light. W.B.Yeat

Darker Depths

The universe  spreads

Black and deep yet star studded

She swirrels her skirts round.

She hides so much in her shadow.

Her dance a tango of joy.

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A Month With Yeats: Day16

This is part of Jane Dougherty of Jane Dougherty Writes alternative Challenge to NanoWritMo. A month with Yeats. 

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Day 16’s quote is from ‘He  mourns the change that has come upon him and longs for the end of the world.’ Almost a poem in itself .

The quote. ‘Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns.’ W.B. Yeats

Where I live they are building houses by the hundreds. The deer are at a loss as to where the routes that are written into their consciousness have gone. It is so sad to see deer negotiating busy roads and housing estates. 

Though it is wonderful to come across them while walking the dog or looking out of the window, the fear in their eyes hurts.

I do not think that those incharge realise what they are doing. 

We  do not see.

The runs have all gone

Far too late we see the truth

You are so lost friend

They have stolen your byways

Now you run afraid and lost.
  

A Month With Yeats Day 14

Day fourteen of a Month With Yeats. Jane Dougherty of Jane Dougherty Writes, alternative to NanoWritMo.  Today’s quote cons from To Ireland in coming times.

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Today’s quote : 

That you in the dim coming times 

May know how my heart went with them.

After the red-rose bordered hem. W.B. Yeats.

I have written a Hiaku, as a nod to Ireland’s bloody history.

      rose red, blood shed

Her heart bled for them

Ireland’ blood red immigrants

She saw it coming

The hunger and blood shed

Babies cling to mother’s, dead.

Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. Smell and Cosy.

While Colleen Chesebro of Fairy Whisperer is busy doing her NanoWritMo this month she has left us  weekly prompts for Weekly Poetry Challenge. Today’s prompt is. Smell and Cosy.

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    Winter morning Haiku.

I love the morning

The crispness of the winter

Dark outside dawning

The smell of coffee or tea

You and I cosy inside.

A Month With Yeats: Day 13

This is day 13 of Jane Dougherty of Jane Dougherty Writes alternative to NanoWritMo, A Month with Yeats.

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Away, come away,

Empty your heart of it’s mortal dream..W.B Yeats.



The maiden watched in awe

As beauty passed her by 

The outward facade was all she saw

The sight of wonder made her sigh.
Three horses all bedecked in gold

The first damsel a unicorn rode

An escorts of tiny birds, enchanting to behold.

So beautiful the magic did unfold.
The maiden unknowing of their fate

Begged to join them on their ride

A hunger  for escape she could not sate.

The anguish in their eyes they could not hide.

               ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

All that glitters is not gold

Though the were wonderous to behold.

They could neither rest nor eat

On their quest they had to keep.
The maiden who wished to escape

Only saw the fine procession

Not see their pain, their riches fake.

She was luckier than them.

A Month With Yeats: Day 12.

Today’s quote from Yeats brought to us from Jane Dougherty of Jane Dougherty Writes, as part of her alternative to NanoWritMo . A Month With Yeats.

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“He made the world to be a grassy road.

Before her wondering feet” W.B Yeats.


Of the night stars was she

Wondering which ever path she chose.

Of earth and preditory man was he

He wanted her routes to close.
Casting a net he caught her 

Down from the skies he brought her.

Into the harsh world, her path to weave

Forrests and rivers he gave her.
He offered all and begged her not to leave.

So green paths she walked to nowhere.

Her mind and dreams still of the sky

Dreaming of the day when again she could fly.

A Month With Yeats: Day 11

Day 11 of a month with Yeats. Jane Dougherty’s creation as an alternative to NanoWritMo. Today’s Quote is. 

“Where time is drowned in odour laden winds.

And druid moons, and murmuring of boughs. W. B. Yeats.

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            ………………….……..

The scent of life the smell of death.

Sweet the smell of life as the cradle rocks

Early dawn and rising moon

Time is essence tenuously held by clocks.

T’is fleeting gossima and gone too soon.
Man had come and he will go

The moon will ensure the rivers flow.

The harsher scent of the death bed calls.

As fire consumes it deathly palls.

A Month With Yeats: Day 10

Day 10 of Jane Dougherty‘s alternative to NanoWritMo A Month with Yeats. .. Sorry it’s a day late and a little rushed.

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Today’s Quote.

“And he saw that the reeds grew dark

At the coming of the night tide. ” W. B Yeats.

         Night calls.

The end of day approaches and

The small folk head for fairy land.

Across the  disappearing horizon

The darkness advances on

Wiping out yesterday now it is ceased

The tide of dark as night falls

The reeds darken into peace

And silence reins over all.

A Month With Yeats: Day 9

This is part of A month with Yeats devised by Jane Dougherty of Jane Dougherty Writes, as an alternative to NanoWritMo.

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Today’s Quote 

Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam. 

And Usna’s children died. WB Yeats

         The fall and fall of Empires.

Nothing lasts forever even Troy fell.

Mighty nations rise and all for nought.

This world is spinning down to hell

We are lost and can’t be caught.

We may weep for our children no future for them.

Nature’s weeping wounds,we’re lost

We are pulling her down dragging on her hem.

Taken all we wanted but at what a cost.

Twittering Tale #57 – 7 November 2017

This is part of the famous Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales  

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Photo: “Saddle” by PIRO4D at Pixabay.com

   The broken saddle

If your going in to town Mark can 

You pick me up a new saddle.

My old is broken and it rubs. Man

It’s like canoeing all day  without a paddle.

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