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.

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.
  

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A Month With Yeats :Day 15.

Day 15 of Jane Dougherty, of Jane Dougherty Writes, A Month With Yeats. The alternative she devised to NanoWritMo.

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Yesterday was day 15 and half way through the month.

The quote for yesterday was from The Rose of the battle.

The quote is : ‘You too have come where the dim tides are hurled upon the wharfs of sorrow and heard ring the bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.‘ W B. Yeats.

Another Haiku.

Will there be piece

The silent bell calls

Above  traviails  of life.

A reward beckons 

After the storms of this life

Will we dwell with the blessed ones.

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.

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.

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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.

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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 8

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The blood  dimmed – Tide is loosed and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned.

               The time has gone.

 Throw open the gates,let in the water.

Pay no heed to the colour there is no return.

Let it all in,the red tide

The conflagration started we shall all burn.

Dash down the borders, useless. No place to hide.

We shall all drown, all is lost.

We took our eyes off the ball

The wars never stop, we pay such a cost.

Throw open the gates, break down the walls.

A month with Yeats. Day 7

This is part of  Jane Dougherty Write’s yA month with Yeats. 

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Today random lines.

….  ‘Stars grown old

In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea
Singing in their high and lonely melody.’

           STARS

 Old are we, 

Older than ever you will be

We are ancient mariners of the sky

We twinkle and sparkle passing by

Listen closely to our siren song.

Like gems reflected in the ocean.

Meloncollic yet beautiful we sing

Moving your oceans with our silver string.

Old are we, ancient beyond your dreams.

Over you, we know your hopes and schemes.