You can see the inspiration for this poem and read the contributions to the challenge on Paul Brookes’ site here.
Inspired by Jane Cornwell and New York by John Law.
Lost time
In that moment
between the spark and the ignition
the roar that never stops
only increases
ever-present
in the swirling waters of the inner ear
turbulence with the iridescence of petrol stains
we see the primal night
the cold stars
feel the breath of giant ferns
hear the furtive brush of fur on frond
and in that moment
we touch the core the cradle the maternal cave
and remember.
Wow! Janet, this is brilliant and raise such intense and powerful emotions within me. It’s as if I’m glancing at an epiphany which won’t quite reveal itself!
Thank you! I was trying to capture that moment of early morning in the city, just before the car doors start banging, the trams and buses clanking past, the noise starting up for the day. Once it starts, the memory is lost and we forget that our brash existence is not an inevitability.
This is so beautiful!
We chose the same two images, had similar thoughts, and you used ignition and I used ignite. Not strange at all.😀
I hadn’t noticed that, except to think what a good rhyme ‘ignite’ was!
Thank you. I noticed it because it’s not a common word.
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The calm before the storm 💜💜
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I love this poem! especially love the last two stanza’s
Thank you! I’m pleased it struck a chord with you.
This is so powerful.
I’m glad you like this one. I’m pleased with how it came out.
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Very visceral–you and Merril touched the same chord today. (K)
We did, didn’t we?
Thats a great answer to the challenge.
Thank you!
Always with a great pleasure and many thanks for great thoughts, Jane!