For day 30 of April Poems at 'imaginary garden with real toads, we are invited to write a poem of praise to a source of inspiration, in 30-60 words. (Mine is 60.)
For My Inspirations
This is Samhain,
the night when my most dear dead
come close,
and the honoured ancestors too.
The love we shared in life,
the character traits passed down,
all shape me
and shape and inform
the lines I write.
Bless me now with your wisdom
and be welcome at my feast.
The lantern is lit, and the fire.
Come, sit!
(Some of you may be thinking, 'What's she on about? This is Beltane'. But no – I live in the Southern Hemisphere.)
It has been an amazing month of poetry writing and I have so enjoyed your work, Rosemary. Thank you for your support - I take your responses to heart.
ReplyDeleteI have been loving your work too!
DeleteAh, I love when the dear dead gather 'round. There are so many of them now.
ReplyDeleteA lovely piece- the lantern is lit, and the fire... love that atmosphere...
ReplyDeleteWonderful — that is certainly a very lovely praise. The best sources of inspiration are perhaps the people who have been a part of our lives indeed. :-)
ReplyDeleteIt has been such an incredible month of poetry writing! Wishing you and yours a blessed Samhain.
ReplyDeleteIt has indeed. I think we've all been excelling ourselves.
DeleteOur ancestors... I love finding out more about them (and finding new ones)... and bonfires somehow amplify their spirits - or so I think.
ReplyDeleteMay your Samhain be blessed and may you find wisdom and above all peace in the day.
ReplyDeleteOh, I have been so blessed by your poetry this month. May the fire continue to burn.
ReplyDeleteI think this last month has stoked it well.
DeleteYour poetry is always a source of inspiration to me Rosemary dear. Blessed Beltane to you.
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you. What a lovely thing to be told!
DeleteI've so enjoyed reading your words this month Rosemary! This is lovely.
ReplyDeleteEntirely mutual, dear Linda!
DeleteLovely. Rosemary. Your inspiration for writing so often is your love for and the missing of him, your deceased husband. Also your your deceased kitty.
ReplyDeleteOne of my cousins and I are most like my reprobate grandfather but he isn't muse material for writing . I had a hard time and for some reason (my muse??) the Licorice popped into mind.
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This is really beautiful Rosemary, and what a moving tradition! Thank you for responding regarding Blogger site settings. I have absolutely no problem commenting on your Blogger site because your setting allows me to enter my name and URL address, which enables verification of my comment. There are a number of other poets with Blogger sites which do not allow me to enter my name and URL address for verifucation, so my comments don’t post - they just disappear.
ReplyDeleteInspiration from ancestors and the light. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteTo think of our ancestors... and yes for me it's end of November... here we just passed Walpurgis
ReplyDeleteA lovely invitation to both the dead and the living, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteI hope you had a great day and night with all your loves, who have gone to the Summerlands. I hope Selene's first Samhain was a joyous one (I suspect it was powerful). I hope you told each other stories... and smile knowingly around the fire.
ReplyDeleteHappiest Samhain, Rosemary!
Loved reading your poems this month, Rosemary. I'm sitting at the fire,
ReplyDeletebut sadly, I am invisible.
Ah, I thought I sensed someone....
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