Time etched …

I looked upon the rooftops of the town

from my eyrie of emptiness, a dormitory cell.

I drew the tiles I saw beneath that windowed perch;

each one an individual;

set in a pattern that required painstaking exactitude to reproduce …

in slanting light; in charcoal shades of graphite,

long summer evenings lost in cross-hatching;

time etched;

time sketched;

time stretched in boarding school;

A prison to a child like me

who longed for grass beneath my bare feet … and running free.

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Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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4 Responses to Time etched …

  1. JM says:

    A very Good Morning to you, Marya! You see? I am not completely blog-idle!

    Have you lost the comments from this post? I’m sure I remember appreciating it but, with my waywardness, I might well have written it in the wrong place. Just as it might seem that it was wayward to be writing of freedom from your cell. But it is exactly right to write of freedom when that delight is not immediately to be had, for don’t the starved senses prime the imagination for the encounter that is yearned-for? and, in turn, the imagination makes ready the senses, too?

  2. atomsofstars says:

    Good morning, Jamie !

    I think I have caused you some confusion … so sorry .. but the comment to which I referred on MyT was written on my blog in reply to your quote re Burns .. ‘ Would the pow’r’ over there. πŸ™‚

    Yes, indeed .. to feel so confined and controlled in boarding school made any moments of freedom sweeter than honey to the bee ..

    • JM says:

      What a splendid school you attended, Marya. Burns in the dorm, no less – did your minders not know the risks?

      Now, Bryson’s done and dusty, while the post-its still mark the interesting bits of Coleridge for the winter evenings. Dante continues to fascinate, especially since I read a little of his life and times (so now some of the souls he collars in Purgy make some sense). By gum! So much to learn, and so little time.

      Another eighty-eight pages before paradise. I’m having to cheat a bit, by reading the preface to some of the cantos, but skipping the text. I find his writing completely fascinating, if only because his sentences are often complex and, unless I read with great care, the meaning passes me by. But, there you are, this reading is only the taster. I’m not doing badly, considering the work I have to do in the Great Outdoors.

      Heroic hearts? Yes, that’s us all right (quoting Just William).

      [This is a copy of a comment I left somewhere on MyT ! I’m getting confused now.]

  3. atomsofstars says:

    Here I am again, Jamie, trying to catch up with your comments πŸ™‚

    Re Burns in the Dorm .. the senior minder was of the clan McDonald … I’ll say no more πŸ™‚

    I think you’re doing extremely well with Dante .. I hope by now you have ascended to Paradiso and your arduous journey has its reward.

    I have many notations on my copy of Coleridge, too … much food for thought ; and then there’s The Major Works including Biographia Literaria … I’ll need another holiday ..that’s certain.

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