You beach your beauty
on the back of geo-
magnetic storms.
Spellbinding as pulsating northern lights,
you offered songs to the night
but were drawn by siren stars,
lured off course and hurled
through waves of coronal mass ejection,
fought hard to correct your navigation.
You collided with the shore
and now you lie, exposed
to the cosmos,
foamy flukes glinting in starlight,
your song echoing in the night.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Ode — Poem of Praise, also linked to earthweal open link weekend #44
Our host for this week’s Meeting the Bar is Frank Hubeny and the topic he has chosen is the ode, a poem of praise. He says that odes have been discussed in the past at dVerse but one motivation for this prompt came from reading Peter Frankis’ ode to Emily Dickinson in a recent Open Link Night.
Frank read in Lewis Turco’s The Book of Forms that one can categorize odes, for example: the Keatsian ode, the Horatian ode, the Cowleyan ode, and the Ronsardian ode. He says one could perhaps talk about a Neruda ode that is formless. Turco also categorizes odes by their contents. What underlies all of this is praise for something, someone or some event, whether real or fictional.
The challenge today is to write a poem of praise. There are no formal or content constraints.
What a wonderful ode… though I still recall one of the Icelandic sagas telling about a fight over a stranded whale, imagine all the meat you would get.
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Thank you, Bjorn. Oh no! I couldn’t eat whale meat! I don’t eat meat. But I would try to get it to go back to the water. We’ve had a couple of whales that were stranded on the coast here but they sadly died.
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Oh Kim. This is so sad and so beautiful. I hope someone comes along and pushes the whale off the beach. I hate seing the poor things stranded but love it when humans come together to help it. The songs in the night – oh that line got to me.
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Have you ever seen the film from New Zealand, ‘Whale Rider’? It has to be one of my favourite films. It’s based on Maori culture and how a girl proves to her grandfather, the Chief, that’s she just as good if not better than a boy. She saves whales stranded on a beach.
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I didn’t realize until I read your poem what it must have been like for that whale to become stranded on the shore. Beautiful ode.
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Thank you kindly, Frank!
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I love this, Kim. Stranded whales are so tragic. Almost everyone feels the urge to move heaven and earth to get them back into the water.
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Thank you, Jane.
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🙂
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WHALE RIDER came to mind too, and all the orcha adventures here in Puget Sound–and the remake of MOBY DICK last year directed by Rod Howard. Your last line is killer; smile.
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Thanks Glenn. 🐋
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Brava.. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Ooo – siren stars! And is this not us, as well? Wonderful
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heart-breakingly beautiful
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The first stanza is my favorite, but it’s all excellent.
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I love those siren stars, also. So easy to be lured in the wrong direction. This is outstanding, Kim.
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You used some strong words here… and used them well. The poor whale!
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I feel so sad seeing those stranded whales…a tragedy of nature~ Love the ending lines of the dying whale:
foamy flukes glinting in starlight,
your song echoing in the night.
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Mythic in sentiment and epic in scale; I loved it and your language.
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kaykuala
foamy flukes glinting in starlight,
your song echoing in the night.
How sad to end on such a note!
Hank
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Lovely, Kim. I am touched by your ode as I’ve a special fondness for whales. We have lost a few recently, two babies, in our Salish Sea due to environs not being what they should. Such friendly creatures…sad.
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Thank you, Kathy. Whales are such amazing creatures.
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ode to a beached beauty – I can hear the wailing in this whale song
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Thank you, Laura.
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Your empathy shine throughout this and makes the event less terrible through your tribute. And a wonderful tribute it is!
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Thank you!
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Simply beautiful and sad Kim. I would think it is a helpless feeling to not be able to get them back to sea.
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Thank you. Once they’re beached there’s not much you can do. It’s so sad.
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Yes, it is.
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very sad but beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on Evagabondblond's Blog and commented:
Ode to a whale’s travels.
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Thank you so much for the reblog!
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Reblogged this on Collecting Reality and commented:
A great poem using science from Kim M Russell:
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Thank you so much for the reblog.
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We are always looking for something that fits our theme! 🙂
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🙂
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It is incredibly sad when whales beach themselves and lie dying on the shore. You capture the awe these majestic creatures inspire well.
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Thank you, Suzanne. Whales swim great distances – we’ve even had some on our North Sea beaches. They are so sad to see.
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Yes, it is awful.
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Such a sad story, Kim: but a fitting ode to a truly spellbinding creature.
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Whales are special creatures. They live in a place that we’ll never get to the bottom of, it’s even more intriguing than space.
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So sad to envision her beached on shore. So beautiful to remember her singing under starry skies. Sigh.
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The beauties of the ocean.
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