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Tamar
Tamar
There are stories bound to your bloodstream, they warble riches across your timeline, bare vividness most naked in the mind. These are shared, not in their wholeness but as pebbles, never able to depict them in enthralling sobriety.
These tales slip by as fables, submerged in the valleys of myth ageing in tombs so holy, savoured by pilgrims moulding idols from old.
My words are born salted, linger in my mouth with the gravity of a landed boat, sail idly as a swan in sunshine before escaping. They stroke their gentle lullabies across long slumbering spirits - ready for rebirth, adventures a-new upon waking.
My words are whispered into hollow shells, echo under the arches of viaducts,
embed themselves as ticks post river restore.
My words are bright as moss on rock, fast flowing through a chasm, stolen from my tongue as froth within a storm.
Naiad- She shall not be contained by time, she who is free in her living
is close to a Goddess on Earth.
There are stories bound to your bloodstream, they warble riches across your timeline, bare vividness most naked in the mind. These are shared, not in their wholeness but as pebbles, never able to depict them in enthralling sobriety.
These tales slip by as fables, submerged in the valleys of myth ageing in tombs so holy, savoured by pilgrims moulding idols from old.
My words are born salted, linger in my mouth with the gravity of a landed boat, sail idly as a swan in sunshine before escaping. They stroke their gentle lullabies across long slumbering spirits - ready for rebirth, adventures a-new upon waking.
My words are whispered into hollow shells, echo under the arches of viaducts,
embed themselves as ticks post river restore.
My words are bright as moss on rock, fast flowing through a chasm, stolen from my tongue as froth within a storm.
Naiad- She shall not be contained by time, she who is free in her living
is close to a Goddess on Earth.
Published 24th Jun 2019
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24th Jun 2019 9:22pm
Rarely does poetry leave me with one word, 'Amen' - but this one certainly does because it's a prayer pf gratitude. You have such a connective spirit to nature, mythology, and systems of belief that extend our typical human equivalency to understand.
Amen.
Amen.
24th Jun 2019 9:52pm
Thank you. I was nervous posting. I've felt a bit imposter syndrome lately. It's a blessing to have you here as a champion of light. Thank you, always x
24th Jun 2019 10:30pm
imagery, expression and the vivid and intense experience reading this...
Thank You Poppy for expressing the inexpressible...
this occasion you shared more than the pebbles
Thank You Poppy for expressing the inexpressible...
this occasion you shared more than the pebbles
24th Jun 2019 10:42pm
Pebbles lace the pond I dug from every swim I've swum since it was filled. I'm nothing if not a lover of quiet ritual. Thanks, you.
This got my attention because of the title and the context certainly delivered beyond expectations. The name Tamar is tied to a legend in my culture with a beautiful heartbreaking story and you certainly wrote so beautifully like you always do.
24th Jun 2019 11:07pm
I swam across the Tamar from Cornwall to England as part of the Regatta this weekend, beneath the two bridges. I tend to focus on how each swim makes me feel. I take it you are more local in body than I realised. I did not know the legend. I am eternally grateful for your gifting it to me.
24th Jun 2019 11:29pm
I've editted, in the hope I have grounded it more in the legend. Thank you.
Poppy, this is exquisite & grounding - ethereal. I hope to make room soon.🙏🏻
Update: when next time you log on you’ll see - I made room!☺️
Update: when next time you log on you’ll see - I made room!☺️
