For Big Tent Poetry Prompt A bit of pilfering
The prompt this week was to borrow a line or two from another poet, and use it as inspiration for a poem of ones own. Although this poem refers to a line of scripture in the King James Version of the Bible, it originally came from my file of unfinished poetry. However, as I was reading someone else’s poetry, I found a way to finally finish the poem. I didn’t use any particular line from her poems, but the idea of something she said, helped me find the ending to this poem that has lain dormant for several years. The poet is S.L. Corsua and her poetry can be found here:
The particular poem I was reading was titled Impetus Of A Confessional Poem. Thanks again, S.L.
Find that I am kin to dragons
and companion to owls.*
First one, flames and blue/green
scales, wrapped round my inner
ear, breathing smoke over everything
Other, sharp beak, wings, and talons,
splits the night, bringing to light
all that I long to keep unclear,
See nothing except at a slant.
Reduced to mere sentinel
in this narrowed strip
of no-man’s land. Only weapons,
whispery smoked words
and shadowed, blurred images.
Seeking precarious balance
between embattled oppositions,
in desperation, I cry out.
Poem dances from tall grasses
on either side of where I stand,
slowly surrounds me with
undulating rhythms of its own
I am startled to stillness.
Elizabeth Crawford 10/7/10
*Job 30:29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.