This is a link to Houseboat poetry blog where one of my poems was just published: It’s the 4th poem on photo #21…
Capturing Solar Dances
The sun, from its distant observation, shone
It’s light upon the far side of the moon,
Which hung out past our horizon;
A vast cloud bank over the mountains.
In the purple sky above a rising line of blue
Tinged yellow, the glow curled around
The curve of the moon – its back to Venus,
Reflecting the same light in
Full resplendence from much further away.
Had I had a camera, which could have
Captured the four Solar dancers
Through the window of the aeroplane
The way my eye did, well, it would have
Made a wonderful photo. But I didn’t.
Yet the scene is still forever captured;
Set in the store of my memory,
Seared upon my retina and etched
By my very nerve cells which shall
Never let me forget it.
I wrote this on the plane on the way to Israel last week as we flew the length of the Mediterranean. I had my phone on airplane mode, but it just couldn’t do the scene justice, so I didn’t even bother.
This year there is a lot of colza planted around Pamplona – canola oil plants, usually called oil seed rape (though that name is becoming unpopular for obvious reasons: Tisdale, in Canada, called the land of rape and honey is considering changing it’s motto…)
It’s a lucrative crop these days. Anyway, I’ve been driving and cycling and walking through these fields and they made an impact, so I wrote a poem.
Amid the Fields of Oil Seed Rape
I do not take a camera to the fields.
The country is too immense to condense
In a simple snapshot, or fifty.
Surrounded by a sea of yellow
I take only memories, including birdsong,
The touch of breeze in trees, carrying
Sugared scent of oil seed rape
Flowing over brows and filling senses
Such that only memory can contain.
but then I went an took a photo – doesn’t do it justice, though