For Jane Dougherty’s Yeats poetry challenge today’s quote is: “… the dark folk who live in souls of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;” —W.B. Yeats

To read Jane’s WB inspired gems or to join the other poets in this adventure check out her site at: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com

My poem today is called THE BEAT OF THE BAT

 

The brighter man, the lighter man,

the darker truth, the deeper vein,

bind me to the rough, the real man,

I beat as a bat.

The clearer glass, elusive glass,

the broken bed, the better lay,

tie me to the rider, all night,

I beat like a bat.

The gentle rose, considered rose,

the troubled torn, the rotting root,

plant me in the wild field, riled field,

I beat as a bat.

The sweetest light, the sun light

the witching hour, the darkest night,

pitch me in the rainstorm, windstorm,

I beat like a bat.

The house plant, the tendered plant,

the raging bark, the twisted branch,

nature’s not calm, not quiet, nor I;

I beat as a bat.

An angel rises to heaven’s skies,

bats hang downside, looking inside,

teach me what’s inside,

light the dark side,

I’ll see like a bat.

 

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly