golden fleece

[whitetigerlily]

“In one sense we are always travelling, and travelling as if we did not know where we were going. In another sense we have already arrived”.

Thomas Merton, one trappist monk

Ghosts, wandering through our sleeves
softly teasing,
now rejoice in thinking a little feather
hold about invisible -
betray joy
in white, in blue
sufficient for an icon
leaving their

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heroes

[pineneedles]

I've seen the golden fleece this afternoon
my glance was wandering -
sun rays were trapped in net of
pine tree branches... Jason's
a festive vision, ceded to a poem -
sometimes Acastus' excruciating lot.

Re: heroes

[whitetigerlily]

In an early essay Hopkins wrote, "All things... are charged with God, and if we know how to touch them, give off sparks and take the fire... " The imagery here, in my poem is electricial, and referes to a battery, or to the static electricity which can build up in cloth or hair.. Touching such objects strikes sparks - shocks and surprises you.