Thanks very much sidhe, s/he of the shee that is a faery Love. Ekphrasis i beleive is a new poetic term for calling out to an inaminate object, but in the bardic tradition has been around since day one, and is the basis of poetic fundamentalism, the prohpets and messiahs making it up for Love, uncaring who thinks what, and you are the first faery Love i used as the placebo to call to, an inanimate object sidhe of the murphy lore. Do you remember dearest sidhe, the long summer days two years ago when i learnt, silently from you, the inanimate silence guiding me, shiela the poet instinct said was true, one to imitate, learn from, follow till the denoument occured the day we posted within seconds of each other, each poem i wrote before that, done so in response to yours, looking for the pyschic trace of my own meagre efforts, in your text, and i realise now it was just ekprasis and thank you very much.
It aint hot here in Dub, but 16 degrees, thick steel web of all enveloping cloud, rain mesh container and franhly shee, a bit of a shite summer for exterior sun, but not the inner light of divinity i seek to sing of, Love..
You heard, then, didn't you, this poem emerging directly upon my seeing your post not long before of 9th July. Thank you for your more-than-heaping gifts (plural, decidedly). Nothing of your work has even the merest shade of meagerness.
We're in the 40s here in the AZ desert, naturally (is that nature?) :)
It aint hot here in Dub, but 16 degrees, thick steel web of all enveloping cloud, rain mesh container and franhly shee, a bit of a shite summer for exterior sun, but not the inner light of divinity i seek to sing of, Love..
We're in the 40s here in the AZ desert, naturally (is that nature?) :)
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