Wednesday, June 8, 2011

rites of summer




i have become
vulnerable to summer, an Apollo
drew me into a chariot
of loving and resistance was not
natural but acceptable and fully welcomed
by Olympus

i named him as any
Anglican would, schooled in British
Roman law, as Austen held
Darcy to her Bennett, i held
this god as my own, and being

when mortal and god
admix, when flesh meets a steadfast
flame - somewhere a cold lantern
is lit warm, long into a night
as a recital of classic leaned against
a fertile coast blossoms to a
garden bathed by consort and wreathed
in birthing a love greater than all
things marked by springtime or sun alone

bkmackienzie
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15 comments:

  1. Brian MillerJune 8, 2011 at 2:44 PM

    summer has bronzed my hide and stole my breath...its over 100 here today...i dont know if any lanterns will get lit its so hot...hehe...your mastery of words is admirable bk

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  2. signed...bkmJune 8, 2011 at 2:51 PM

    thanks Brian, it finally is getting warm here -we have had the coldest spring in years in Northern Cal....but we soon will be complaining about the heat...bkm

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  3. TALONJune 8, 2011 at 3:26 PM

    Just gorgeous, bkm. And such lush imagery! And especially appropriate reading today with a sudden and completely unseasonal onslaught of what would usually be late August weather here.

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  4. Carrie Van HornJune 8, 2011 at 3:51 PM

    When I get out in the heat...i will think of your lovely poem and smile....love this Bkm!
    :-)

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  5. LauraJune 8, 2011 at 4:20 PM

    exquisite my dear!

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  6. Pat HattJune 9, 2011 at 4:35 AM

    Wow your words sound as if they came from Olympus themselves. The heat still hasn't arisen here, but it will soon I fear.

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  7. Sherry Blue SkyJune 9, 2011 at 6:01 PM

    I love every line!

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  8. ClaudiaJune 11, 2011 at 2:27 AM

    i much like vulnerable to summer and the greek mythology you mix into nature's ways

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  9. Gemma WisemanJune 11, 2011 at 7:02 PM

    Like an intimate journey into mythical worlds! Especially loved the words:
    a cold lantern
    is lit warm,
    Wonderful tensions here!

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  10. UnknownJune 12, 2011 at 11:29 AM

    The Good Husband and I spent some VERY hot days admiring all the wonders of Rome a couple of weeks ago. This piece carried me right back there. Not a bad placed to go,no? Lovely BKM!

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  11. PhotoDictionJune 12, 2011 at 1:00 PM

    "and wreathed in birthing a love greater than all
    things marked by springtime or sun alone" - very very powerful!

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  12. The PoetJune 12, 2011 at 2:24 PM

    Who needs to endure the heat & humidity of summer & the bugs, when I can stay in the cool and relish your words?

    Simply marvelous!

    Thank you for sharing.

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  13. signed...bkmJune 12, 2011 at 9:04 PM

    Thank you all for your wonderful comments...bkm

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  14. BubbaJune 13, 2011 at 9:24 AM

    What about the Lefts of Summer? Or what's left of Spring? (Is that not rite?)

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  15. signed...bkmJune 13, 2011 at 9:52 AM

    Oh Bubba..I think you are rite....thanks..bkm

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