In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Are memories of then now gathering dust
Just one touch and in memories I’m thrust
Swift as the stirrings that came to amass
A moment’s surrender, I do remember
Those fleeting firsts uncovered in the grass
Wandering the world with equal lust
Fill vials of ivory and coloured glass
But vials of ivory and coloured glass
Needed a home with some stillness to trust
That our nomadic lives could not adjust
Allowing one last half-formed thought to pass
How it descended, bitterly ended
I pull myself from memory’s morass
Oh but for one more tryst in wanderlust
For vials of ivory and coloured glass
For today’s prompt Angie challenges us to utilize T.S. Eliot’s complex and very long poem “Wasteland” in either a Fibonacci or free style poem. The only caveat being the write can not be about death, numbers, money or taxes – as it is Tax Day here in the U.S. A few lines random lines caught my eye, and my muse took over from there.
Real Toads – Tax Day
National Poetry Month – Day 15
Not knowing this was coming I already did a couple of Fibonacci Spiral poems just last week and did not want to do another one so soon. Free style is easy, so I’ll stay in keeping with my alphabetic run through poetic forms challenged myself to an Octain.
Those lovely, painful, dusty memories…. ivory and colored glass memories – just perfect
I love this poem, especially the line “Oh but for one more tryst in wanderlust” A dream.
I love where this took you, Raivenne.
That gorgeous first line utterly seduced me, and the rest of the poem lived up to the promise.
The repeating line is very effective in this poem. Our memories are precious, even if painful.
There is something like an incantation over potions in this.. works very well with the them
this has a melodic feel to it with the repetition…really effective.
I am so taken by your first lines…As I read the rest of it I realized I have been living it this week with memories of my mother. The is beautiful.
The repetition of the phrase “vials of ivory and coloured glass” gives it a song-like quality as well as nostalgia. The speaker clearly remembers all the joys and pains in that vividly remembered past whose talismans almost have a mystical quality to them.
Anyone who can rhyme so effortlessly has my admiration! What a beautiful form to transform Wasteland into what is now vials of ivory and coloured glass! Great job on the (half-given) prompt. Happy NaPoWriMo