In a corona of silence, I turn to rain showers,
the headiness of honeysuckle blossoms
and blackbird vespers, simple pleasures
to distract me from the unease of disease.
So many shadows in the garden in which
to find the Grail: the green balm of grass,
May flower fertility and earthy pheromones
filtering the essence of the dust of the past,
the ruins beneath our feet. A solitary aircraft
drones a vapour trail across a cloudless sky,
leaves a chalk mark message for a while
before it is sucked up by the blue
or erased in a cloudburst. Change is overdue,
inevitably written in the stars before they too
turn to dust above this ailing planet, a cosmic
reminder, before we leave, to click the switch.
Kim M. Russell, 12th May 2020
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: The Perilous Chapel
Brendan reminds us that our literature is rooted in fables and myths as old as hominid consciousness, that ‘modernity has erased most of our conscious connection to this long history’ yet we cannot free ourselves from it. It resurfaces in our dreams and strange poems.
He says that the last challenge focused on the hero’s journey, asking if the old steps might be the next work of modernity. Now Brendan would like us to turn to something more personal and individual – poetry. He’s talking about legends of Gawain and the Grail, an eerie ruined chapel and a magic island.
Last week’s challenge looked at the hero’s quest out from modernity. This week’s challenge is about finding the Perilous Chapel and a way through it. Where have we found it, what perils did we endure, how is it linked to the Grail we seek? What is that poetry? And what initiation is required to transform modernity into Earthdom?