Greetings, Poetry Persons, from Leafield near Charlbury, England--ie, a tiny place in a country about which you could say, as the Bard has Helena say, "Though she be but little, she is fierce." We are here to celebrate the milestone birthday of my English spouse, who be herself but little and also notably fierce (as well as funny and formidable and named Fiona).
And if we are mentioning milestones, it is worth noting that Leafield near Charlbury is but 360 miles from St. Giles's Cathedral in Edinburgh (which is not much distance considering one would journey up the larger part of Great Britain to get there). This is important because on this first Friday of October, the Inklings are responding to Margaret's challenge to write a short-form poem in response to an image supplied by another Inkling.
I was the lucky recipient of three lovely photos from Margaret herself, and the one I chose is her shot of St. Giles from an epic recent trip to Scotland. It is distinctly man-made, compared to the other nature photos she offered, and I can't explain why this one spoke to me or why it said what I heard, but here it is--not at all apropos of Fiona's birthday!
All I can think to explain it is how many opportunities we are offered lately to consider "the greatest this ever" and "the most that in history" and the fact that I'm currently in a country that's reportedly going to hell while at home we're in a "golden age." Mhm. It feels a little inappropriate to use the undeniably beautiful vaulted ceiling of St. Giles's to comment in this way, but there it is. The poem wants what it wants!
That's all I have time for this evening, jet lag and all, but you can enjoy all the Inklings' images and responses by clicking the links below--and thanks to Matt Forrest Esenwine at Radio, Rhythm and Rhyme for hosting us this week. If you missed his post last week (as I did) about poetry written by people who aren't supposed to be able to write poetry--"non-verbal" people with autism--go back and check it out!
Catherine @Reading to the Core
Molly Hogan @ Nix the Comfort Zone
Linda Mitchell @ A Word Edgewise
Mary Lee @ A(nother) Year of Reading
Margaret Simon @ Reflections on the Teche
Gorgeous photo, and a message worth pondering. On so many levels. (pun intended)
ReplyDeleteThe poem wants what it wants. :) Happy traveling and happy birthday to Fiona!
ReplyDeleteI've always wanted to visit Scotland, where my ancestors originated, as well as England. Thanks for sharing this little glimpse into your trip!
ReplyDeleteI've only been to England once, and it was a surreal experience to stand in places with such centuries'-old history. In my city, a building that's 100 years old is concerned historic!
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday to Fiona! Your poem gives a lot to think about. "bursts of our own glory" and "heaven out of stone" fit St. Giles's Cathedral so perfectly. Talk to you when you get back!
ReplyDeleteHeidi, your photo is impressive and the poem shares the majesty and beauty of man's 'work. Enjoy your trip to celebrate Fiona's birthday.
ReplyDeleteI just returned from my own oohing and ahhing over similar feats-of-(hu)man buildings. I love to wonder about the daily work schedule that those dreamers were overseeing and how many of them never got to see the completed masterpiece. Happy B'day, Fiona!
ReplyDeleteHeidi, I love how the form of your poem matches the ceiling vault of the cathedral and how your perfect word choice (bursts of our own glory!) gives us much to think about. Have a wonderful trip, and happy birthday to Fiona!
ReplyDeleteWow. Wow. What a perfect pairing. But it's even more than that. You've captured the essence of this beautiful photo's subject with words that make it breathe: tilt, marvel, glory...and end with the solid, stone. What a poem, what a photo. Well done! I'm snapping here.
ReplyDeleteOh, goody, I’m so glad you chose that photo! Happy birthday to Fiona! Enjoy your time in England. And thanks for writing such a thoughtful poem to match the majesty of the cathedral vault.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! "burst of our own glory" is just beautiful. --Marcie
ReplyDeleteThere is much to ponder in your poem (especially "bursts of our own glory"), and I love how perfectly you situated it within the photograph. Happiest of birthdays to Fiona!
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