A Pleiade poem for dverse. The painting is Night by Burne-Jones.
Night falls soft as tree feathers,
Naming Erebus in their
North wind voices, silver spun,
Nautilus-spiralled treasures.
Numbing Hypnos lulls this hoard
Nurtured in sleep for earth-dark
Nyx with her basket of stars.
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Nice alliteration, Jane. Different, and you know I’m a big fan of anything different.
Thank you. It is different. I’ve tried it once, but I’m not a fan of constricting forms like this. Rhyme and rhythm I don’t consider restricting.
Me neither. I don’t understand why so many editors cringe when they hear rhyme. It can be very powerful if you know what you’re doing.
It’s a great framework for a poem, if, as you say, it’s used properly.
This is magical! I really like the “tree feathers” and the inclusion of Hypnos.
Thank you 🙂 It was a difficult poem to write but it got easier once Nyx popped in.
Love this Jane 💜
Thanks Willow 🙂
A pleasure 💜
I feel like the theme of this prompt becomes a lot of lullabies… and a lot of myths.
The sky at night is the stuff of myths.
A hypnotic, lullaby sound to your words here, Jane, and also something slightly narcotic – wonderful writing!
Narcotic sounds lush. Like a starry night. Thanks Ingrid 🙂
I like your celestial spell-weaving here.
Thanks Lisa 🙂
You’re very welcome. Most enjoyable read.
I’m pleased you thought so 🙂
I agree with Ingrid – this poem is hypnotic! I love the ‘Nautilus-spiralled treasures’ and ‘Nyx with her basket of stars’.
I’m glad you enjoyed it Kim. It was a hard one to write!
This is lovely Jane – dense as the stars themselves but a soothing soft sound throughout and that gorgeous last line
Thanks Laura. The last line was the easy one that wrote itself. The others had to be wrangled into shape.
I like the way the gods wander into your poem, Jane. It’s a celestial lullaby. And I love a poem that retains perfect grammar. You are so good at rhythm and pace, and it never seems forced.
Nyx brought the rest of them in. On my own I wouldn’t have got it, I don’t think.
I don’t strive for perfection, but I do respect the language and the meaning of the words. A poem is meant for other people, and if doesn’t make any sense, it’s just self-indulgence. My opinion anyway.
Yes, this poem flows like 100 year old wine, smooth, tidy, and engaging. I loved the ride.
Thanks Glenn. I’m pleased you did.
Oh, you had me at tree feathers, JD; and I’m glad to have gotten an eyeful of the starbasket. Thanks!
Tree feathers is a mixed up phrase of my youngest’s. She has bird leaves too.
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Thanks Gillena 🙂
“Nyx with her basket of stars.” … How beautiful.
Thank you!
A basket of stars! I’d like that. (K)
I’m sure you’d find a use for them.
Woven magic, Jane!
Thank you!
Most welcome!
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Wonderful night wandering with this daughter of Chaos, and her trance master son.
Thanks Rob! They invited themselves 🙂
There is a lot of magic in the night. The opening line really sets the pace. Seems we were on similar trains of thoughts. Loved the starbasket.
Thank you! The basket of stars was the only line that wrote itself. The rest was a struggle.
A wonderful weave of myth and legend.
Thank you! I’m pleased you like this.
Very very beautifully and skilfully evoked poem ❤️❤️
Thank you 🙂 It was a hard one to write. Fitting my words to a rhythm isn’t constraining, but I don’t like having the words (first letters anyway) forced on me.
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You did well!
I’m pleased you think so 🙂
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Thats magical, and the last line is showing, there is action everywhere. 😉 Michael
There is, even among the stars 🙂
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Love the painting choice here. And your poem is almost like a lullaby starting with that first line: “Night falls soft as tree feathers,” From there we are lulled by the following lines. And the last line made me smile. Just as I imagine I do dozing off at night with a final positive thought before I close my eyes. What a lovely way to begin my Thanksgiving morning, reading words like these.
Thank you, Lillian! I found this a hard form to write. All but the last line was a struggle.