It’s day 13 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats and today’s inspiring quote is from ‘The Hosting of the Sidhe’ by W.B. Yeats: ‘Away, come away: empty your heart of its mortal dream.’
My poem today is called: FALLEN FROM FABLE
When this mortal coil uncurls
is it a fall into a feathered freedom
we fly, away from the cry and the critic
of this shell of an earth, this hell
on earth, do we really need to reiterate
the ferocious fable of that inferno below?
It’s here, burning through the seeds
we failed to sew and we are both
the basis of its bloodbath and
the ashes of its aftermath.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Jane’s blog is: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2017/11/13/a-month-with-yeats-day-thirteen/
Advertisements
Jane Dougherty
It’s ferocious, this one! I love those last two lines.
deuxiemepeau
Thanks Jane! 🤗🤗
Jane Dougherty
🙂
memadtwo
I love the double meaning of sew/sow. Blood and ashes. Everywhere it seems. (K)
merrildsmith
Powerful, Damien. I especially like: “and we are both
the basis of its bloodbath and
the ashes of its aftermath.”
(And coincidentally, I’m reading a novel that takes place around the Great Fire in London, and all the section titles have the word “ashes.”) 🙂
pranabaxom
Fables of afterlife, who knows. This is the only life we know, so I will take it.