Because I’m writing seriously (before, it was just an hobby) I don’t have time to visit and read many posts. So I’m not going to take up many prompts. It isn’t so much the writing of the poem or the piece of flash fiction that takes the time, but visiting and commenting on the other responses. This poem, my treat for having finished my daily word count is in response to Jilly’s Days of Unreason challenge. The Harrison quote
“I’ve spent a lifetime
trying to learn the language of the dead”
~ Jim Harrison from Sister in Songs of Unreason
also unblocked the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing challenge to use these five words, or synonyms, sort of:
MAD | CLEAR | MUDDLE | CASE | SOLVE
Mad in the midst of moonlight,
In the midnight clear,
The poet puts a rowan berry on his tongue,
And as the juice, red as her lips,
Bursts in sweetness and parted clouds,
That clear the honey-haze from his brain,
He speaks the language of the lost.
All the tangled, brambled and briared paths
He has walked since the day she fled
Grow straight and soft beneath his feet.
If he should meet her in the glade
He would know now how to catch and keep
His love, his own, his fleet white hind.