So more ramblings and waffles with honey on top to come soon about my travels to MN! I am just working on the next one about this numpty's observations!
Till then, here is a poem I composed in May last year (sometimes I do get the urge to write some of that poetry malarkey). It is one of my favourite ones and was even used for lyrics on one of Plum Flower Embroidery tracks of the same title. I was rather proud of that and felt that the way the track turned out conjured up some atmosphere for the lyrics (even if Mr Ticharu flamin well did alter a couple of words. Ah well, Artistic licence I suppose!!).
I was mainly pleased with the way it turned out because as I was writing it the idea did start to develop of what I was trying to say. Usually I chuck a few words together, hope they work and don't really think too deeply about what I am trying to say and hope something gets across! But this was different.
I chose a few random words out of my mums angel book (Raphael being one) and began to write. As I wrote I discovered that Raphael, the name, means 'it is god who heels' or 'God please heal'. It was interesting as my poem started to develop on these lines. However, being more of the Pagan ilk, 'God' for me in this instance developed more as meaning the collectiveness of the universe. In addition to this, I started to link in with the Maxists theory of 'False Consciousness' (Ooo ark at her!! Theology, philosphy and idelogy all in one poem eh???). In my poem, Raphael is the collective unconscious trying to tap into us lot and say 'come on, wake up!! Realise what's going on in the world..etc'. PFE changed it slightly and saw Raphael on a more individual level, a person rather than the great unknown. This works too! Anyway I go on more than is necessary and have no doubt analysed WAY too much!
Here's me gubbins....
Falsehood of Fools
Raphael considers Orion,
and lets out a fertile breath.
The pride of humanity expires,
a consensus reality is all that is left.
The Falsehood of Fools
and charisma of thieves,
envelop chaste skulls,
cursed and revealed.
Tormented, Raphael fills a chalice,
an offering of intuition enfolds,
and fills a cauldron of emerald green,
a blue print to heal old souls.
A fecund gift of enlightenment,
he awakens from the unknown.
The veil of false consciousness lifts,
as the falsehood of fools are shown.
The falsehood of fools,
and charisma of thieves,
released from chaste skulls,
sated and healed.
Raphael sits and looks up,
and considers Orion in muse.
Raphael lets out a fertile breath,
as the consensus reality diffused.
Blessing for now!!