Golden energy, or: Mental slough

Poetry Partners #76

‘Sylphs of the Air’, a poem by MistyBlue of ‘wsarwmzansipens’

Only The Two of Us,
a painting by Kiril Stanchev
Beyond words, the ephemeral beauty
of willows a picture paints.
Adorning lakes and rivers, golden energy

stream through strings of leaves.
Sylphs of the Air sing in-between
Love’s enfolding heart-centred harmony.

An ekphrastic poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’

In the stillness between yellow willows,
where more perceptive observers than I
make out sylphs humming

my lexicon sinks
into a cold, wet mental slough, as though
lacking even the strength enough to thrash
for life.

Lethargically, my feet drag
me over to an old, wooden park bench,
where my heart is goldened by warm tinges
of amber

upon pale periwinkle.
Gradually my wonderment settles;
my faculties ratherishly regained,

I stumble back to the soft, beckoning
shade beneath gently swaying flaxen leaves
to listen again.

Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #255

Weekend Writing Prompt #255: This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 85 words using the word “Lexicon”.

Shay’s Word Garden Word List #19

Poets were prompted to use at least 3 of the following 20 words provided in an original poem:

altered, breakfast, church, dreary, fetch, garland, grave, harness, humming, laurel, May, moonlight, rainy, sheep, shiver, sloe, slough, stem, vacant, willows


Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!


47 thoughts on “Golden energy, or: Mental slough”

  1. Ah, weeping willows, the favorite tree of my childhood! We loved to start new trees by pushing branches into the moist earth beside our ditch.

    I enjoyed Mystic Blue’s poem for the lovely and imaginative description of the willow tree. David, I found in yours a distracted person who, after relaxing for a while on the park bench, was able to appreciate the beauty of the willow tree. We need to take time to enjoy nature. I love both poems!

  2. Some of your phrases here are just exquisite, “..my lexicon sinks..” and “..my heart is goldened..” Just beautiful, and your poem both reflects and plays well off the first, as well as the image, and also makes a beautiful statement of its own.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s