Eye-caught baublesThe title is a phrase that quite literally popped in my head while lying in bed one morning. I have no idea what prompted it, but it struck me as interesting. Due to some strange serendipity I experienced around the writing of it, finishing this one is my current highest priority.
picked up and tucked
in pocketing cocoons
that ripen at random ages
and burst forth with a clattering
of flit-full wings
The second poem, Argus, is much less further along, but it's another of my attempts to modernize the characters from a classic myth. The idea of the watcher with one-hundred eyes has always captivated me.
Finally, I've begun a drawing inspired by my last poem Footsteps.
5 comments:
This is going to be a good one. I can't wait to finish reading the whole poem.
Good job so far Francis. And I'm sure, the painting will even be better.
Z
Hi Francis,
I agree with Doc Z, it is a good one, I like it. I know, the rest would be superb as well.
I love that word . . . ephemera. This is going to be an excellent poem.
Looking forward to all three, Francis. Best of luck completing them. Enjoy it.
@Zorlone Thanks... I hope the finished products live up to the expectations.
@Jena It took longer than I thought it would, but I think it came out pretty well.
@David It's a word that I don't use very much, so I wanted to build a poem around the phrase when it popped into my head.
@Fiendish I do enjoy the process, except those times when the words seem to get stuck... usually because I'm too tired. Good to see you again :).
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