In the Mind, Travelling
In the mind, travelling
over a stretch of wild water –
among the wildest in the world –
I encounter the ghost of one
I thought long dead.
I buried her myself, years ago.
She was become as an old song
few remembered, so I told
myself, who also rarely
recalled that face, that voice,
let alone thoughts or utterances.
Yet here she is, as if reborn.
It’s only that I began thinking
of that island whose daughter
I was, and the time living there ...
that complicated girl
I meant to leave behind.
It seems I've re-created the Strait.
Easier to cross mentally
than in a real boat.Though once
(when I banished her back there)
this way of making the crossing
would have been the more turbulent.
What made me idly try it now?
Well, no matter. It is nearly
Samhain, here in the Southern
half of the Sphere. Ghosts
and spirits of all kinds
may be starting to peer through
or reach through the thinning divide.
Why should a disembodied
fragment that once formed part
of a living entity not seek,
perhaps by its own thoughts,
to rejoin the parent body?
I contemplate a welcome.
Image of Bass Strait (between Tasmania and the Australian mainland) taken from Sorrento, Victoria, by Finn Whelan; found on Unsplash.
Written in response to prompt 25 for April 2021, at Poetic Asides, to write a poem about thought.
Sharing with Poets and Storytellers United for Weekly Scribblings #67: Liminal Space. More than one kind of that here!
(A friend who read this found it unclear, so I have now tweaked it in the hope of being less obscure.)
What a stunning image to illustrate your evocative poem, Rosemary! Travelling in the mind leaves us open to all kinds of scenery and ghosts, especially at Samhain, and it’s comforting to encounter the ones we love the most. I love the phrase ‘She was become as an old song few remembered’ and the strait ‘Easier to cross mentally than in a real boat’.
ReplyDeleteYou read this before I tried to make it clearer, Kim, and I'm glad you did as it helped show me I needed to do some rewriting. And perhaps more yet..? Suffice to say this 'ghost' was not one of those I 'loved the most'.
DeleteNice one. Happy Wednesday
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Same to you, Gillena.
DeleteI like this power of the mind concept.
ReplyDelete*Grin.*
DeleteIt's strange how we can be deeply touched by people whom we only seldom have in our thoughts. I suppose there just isn't time enough to remember frequently everyone who is worthy of remembrance.
ReplyDeleteThis was more a case of having worked hard to 'bury' that 'person' (or fragment) and only deciding now, due to her/its sudden, surprising insistence, to contemplate re-integration.
DeleteThe spirits "starting to peer through... the thinning divide" is certainly chilling to me. Seeking to rejoin the "parent body" is something for me thing about today! As a Northern Hemisphere resident, it never occurred to me Samhain wouldn't be the same as ours! How silly, since it's not the particular date we use (and if we search "Samhain" the hits ignore the Southern Hemisphere date completely).
ReplyDeleteOnce you remember that these turning points of the year are seasonal, it becomes obvious that they must be six months apart in the Southern and Northern Hemispheres. I tend to focus more on the welcoming of old family members back to the table for that night, in honoured remembrance, than on the chilling aspect.
DeleteOh wow. I really love this piece and how it makes me consider the stages of the soul's progress here on earth. We become multiple people as we move from birth to death. My 49 year old self is wildly different from the 19 year old, but I think it would be good to have her visit, and remind me of the things I've forgotten about myself.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you not only love but understand this piece!
DeleteThere is so much about Tasmania that facinates both residents and visitors alike. Mind you I have never been there in winter as it would too much like England then!
ReplyDeleteOh, you;'re not wrong! I avoid going back in the winter myself.
DeleteA marvelous and evocative poem, Rosemary. There's such a marvelous flow in the reading. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Bev.
DeleteRosemary, I like this one, it made me smile from the memories it evoked. A few years back at our high school 60th class reunion (this year is 70, I think they will not celebrate because of the COVID-19, I had traveled 960 +/- miles, Mrs. Jim and I. The banquet was in the evening, we were having a noon lunch at the Senior Center. At an adjacent table there was a classmate of mine sitting, eating, with some friends that I did not know.
ReplyDeleteI had intended to go over and say hello after we had eaten but she exclaimed to us, "Is that Jim H over there?" I smiled and we knew each other for sure. The reason for her surprise was evidenced by her next, "I had you on the deceased list of our class members!"
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I'm glad those repots were greatly exaggerated!
DeleteThis is very intriguing...
ReplyDeleteThis is fascinating, Rosemary. I thought of myself at
ReplyDeletedifferent ages, and some of those who are gone.
That photograph pulled me strait through.
Thank you for your wonderful response!
DeleteOh, I see (a little belatedly) what you did there with 'strait'!
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