poetry is good in every weather

[oblivietto]

We've broken the record for Hottest May 10 Ever. It reached the mid-90's on the Iowa banks of the flooded Mississippi today. And humid? OMGs, I can't even describe it. The sky was hazy and smelled of ozone all day. Even as the sun is setting, the temperature is still near 90 degrees. My beloved lilac bushes are sweating out the sweet scent of May into the thick air of August.

Tuesday is therapy day. As much as I admire my therapist, I think the lilacs do more good. Who can frown in the presence of so much sweet purple?

ETA: My last A recent post marked the occasion of Beltane, one of the Sabbats in the wheel of the year. It's a festival of fire and fertility, a great celebration of consummation. In that spirit, I offer poetry. This lovely piece speaks to me of the opposing, balancing energies of the universe, as well as the passion of lovers. I imagine these words whispered in divine bliss, and it makes me happy.

Paris and Helen
by Judy Grahn

He called her: golden dawn
She called him: the wind whistles

He called her: heart of the sky
She called him: message bringer

He called her: mother of pearl,
barley woman, rice provider,
millet basket, corn maid,
flax princess, all-maker, weef

She called him: fawn, roebuck,
stag, courage, thunderman,
all-in-green, mountain strider,
keeper of forests, my-love-rides

He called her: the tree is
She called him: bird dancing

He called her: who stands,
has stood, will always stand
She called him: arriver

He called her: the heart and the womb
are similar
She called him: arrow in my heart.

Pax et bonum,
~O~

Comments

[sylvanwitch]

The poem is gorgeous--thanks for sharing!

And now that you've had the big storm, have the heat and humidity subsided at all?

[oblivietto.livejournal.com]

I know! Isn't it lush and beautiful? Every word is like a jewel. The first time I read it, I was wide-eyed and gasping by the time I was done! It's just exactly perfect.

And yes, the storm brought great relief from the weird heat. It's down in the upper 70s today, which makes a lot more sense. The rumble is back, though. Do you have the rumble there? It's a strange sound, very much like thunder or a heavy truck rolling down the street, but the source can't be traced to any one direction or cause. Very odd. Sometimes lasts for minutes, sometimes hours. It's happening all over the world. I suspect it has to do with tectonic activity or the movement of underground water, perhaps. Have you heard it?

[sylvanwitch]

No, I've never heard it. How strange! We do have a very low-level and constant deep throbbing that T. can't hear but I can, but I suspect that's from the fiberboard plant on the canal or the big chemical plant just outside of town. Whatever the case, I'm used to it, and I think I'd be skittish if it stopped, if that makes any sense. But this rumble you're describing sounds pretty disturbing, given that no one seems to be able to identify the source. Weird!