We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

30.6.26

Shield with Owl Figure

 
















This gilded and silvered copper disk reveals

outstretched wings and grasping talons,

inlaid eyes of shell and turquoise,

light reflecting off contrasting movement.


The Moche (the Mohicas) flourished

six centuries: from Nepena River Valley

perhaps as far north as Piura River.


There was no tradition of writing –

the precise significance of owls 

at the burial site of Loma Tegra

is unknown. (Owls prey, fly at night ...)


Of mystical or divine power,

Owl is my guardian on my left side.

(On my right I have Serpent.)




Written for  Poets and Storytellers United at Friday Writings #234: Words for Images, this is largely an erasure poem taken from the long text about this artwork at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. The erasing leaves me with some quite big chunks of sequential words from the original and also qualifies as a found poem. Only the last two lines, italicised to differentiate them from the rest, are my own words. (I did also place the third line of the third verse a little out of its original order.  It makes more sense this way in this context – and I so wanted to use it, for the wonderful sounds of the words as they roll over the tongue.)


Image and text are in public domain, open access.




12 comments:

  1. She spoke to me too - I love how you draw strength from her and pass it on to those who read your words - Jae

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    1. Thank you. I didn't know I was passing that on, but I'm glad it's so.

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  2. The owl comes through so clearly with its wings, talons, and turquoise. It feels like you’ve let the artwork speak in its own night‑voice, and those final two lines give it a beautiful, personal touch.

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    1. Thank you Marja, that is inded what I was hoping for.

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  3. The exquisite artwork speaks for itself and you allowed it.
    But I wonder not as much about the how they did it but why did they ....

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    1. Well the article I quote from is full of speculations about that, but it seems nobody knows. Perhaps, like me, they just really admired owls.

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  4. I like your poem with little bit of history and its impact

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  5. Owl magic. Shows how it has survived.
    Such is life.
    The shield-user may be no more; but the shield lives to tell the tale...

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  6. Owls do seem mystical, and intriguing. Thanks for including some of the history.

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