Drum beats

We lost internet Wednesday so I missed prompts. The dverse prompt was to write a chant poem. I saw it last night and wrote a response. I wasn’t feeling very good, so it reflected how I felt, I suppose.
This morning I consulted the Oracle, still feeling completely washed out, and she gave me a poem that’s practically the same as the one I wrote last night. Hmm.

Drums roll

Drums roll in this dark sky
and in this deep earth
and they roll and roll
in the silence of my head.

Sky is dark and dark is the drumming
holes punched in the night
and the light streaming through
comes from a world’s lifetime away.

Dark drums roll
through the hole in my head
that lets the light stream
like sand from my hand

and they wink in time
the stars in the sky-light
to the martial beat
just pips in the night.

The beat (in collaboration with the Oracle)

The beat is bitter
drums in my head
raking coarse fingers
through the garden of growing things
red water pouring among the lilies.

Even the sun sweats
cloud tears crushing the light
into pink fragments at dusk.

Is there life in this tongue
that screams through the rain spray
where swallows soared

or did it wash away among the lilies
and the debris of the roses?

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

25 thoughts on “Drum beats”

      1. Kill it, skin it, clean it, butcher it, hang it, prepare it… all comes before cooking and eating. Most of the big-gutted men who eat their half kilo of meat every day couldn’t catch a bus never mind a rabbit.

  1. Well, the Oracle knows everything. I hope you feel better, and I’m glad you have the Internet back. I thought perhaps you were busy.
    Our poems were not much alike–though we did have some of the same words. 😀
    I was surprised by her new format.

    1. I didn’t much mind not having the internet. I’ve been so tired lately. The weather seems to have turned hot without any warning—we were down for thunderbolts all week.
      Funnily enough, although our poems are completely different in tone, we have a lot of the same words and images. I have the magnetic poetry site bookmarked and I still get the old one. Strange. I did google the site and found the new one so I now have two versions of it! I’ll investigate the new one.

      1. Oh, I wondered when I saw on Kerfe’s that you said you had the old one. I google her each time. We’re supposed to get thunderstorms this afternoon and tonight.

      2. I’ve just looked at the new one. Tried ‘happiness’ and it was like eating a cake with far too many layers of sugar in it. Somebody ought to tell whoever designs this that if every single word is happy, you end up with yuck. I had to listen very hard for the Oracle.

  2. Dark, but that does seem to reflect your state, both inner and outer. I deliberately chose the new “happiness” category after skimming through depressing news story after depressing news story this morning. The Oracle gave me the birdlings, so it was a good choice.

    The chant form is very effective for this feeling. (K)

    1. I’ve not been a happy bunny lately. Possibly the dull, wet weather gone on far too long and my anemia kicking in hard. Also we had to take a trip to a warehouse to look at bathroom tiles and pick up a few small but essential bits and pieces for tools. Nearly killed me, made me physically sick. I can’t stand these places, palaces to useless consumerism. Full of people buying rubbish that some poor sod in a poverty-stricken country has produced, destroying the planet for a bit of deco that will be ripped out in a couple of years and replaced with more.

      1. Grocery shops are okay, I find. They’re small, you go in with a list and come out with what you need. It’s painless. Those mammoth places though with displays that go up three metres above head height, piled to the ceiling with stuff made from different manifestations of plastic from the other side of the planet are terrifying.

      2. Indeed they are. Who will buy, let alone make use of, all this stuff? Consumerism has to go if we want to save ourselves.

      3. If only we were made aware (as in forced to be aware) of how this stuff is produced and at what cost, maybe we’d realise there are more important things in life.

      4. I’m pleased to hear that Venice has banned those floating hotel complexes from getting anywhere near. About time! When we start forbidding rampant tourist pollution, we’re getting somewhere.

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