This Tango Between Us

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Hello lovers of art, music, & poetry!

Today, please visit the NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 5 here as it is a bit complicated, but fun:

From a chart provided, choose first a Musical notation–mine was to play like “you are about to start crying,” but I added Rubato because I love it (giving me the chance to slow down and pick up the tempo to express my emotions!).  Rubato allows performers to add a personal touch to the music, with emphasis on emotional expression.

Then, we were to choose a genre (I chose the Tango!) and finally, a few words from a list. Being a hopeless romantic, I selected moonlight & roses.

And, here’s my poem for today.

This Tango Between Us

this tango between us makes me feel like

I am about to start crying

or it could be the moonlight in rubato

as the big bright sphere floats behind the clouds

then surprises with radiance when dark puffs fall away

crescendoing from a slow sweet tango

to a wild tarantella in 6/8 time!

I still want to cry though

as roses drop from the sky

because it is so beautiful—

this tango between us.

            Jacquelyn Markham(c)2025

photo by poet

Lammas, Harvest & too hot to bake?

Like Solstices and Equinoxes, the cross quarter dates can vary a day or two, so you may have celebrated Lammas yesterday on August 1 or you may be celebrating today. Also, as with any holiday that has been celebrated since ancient times, there are so many variations. The cross quarter holidays fall between the change of seasons–fall, winter, spring, and summer, so, as we celebrate Lammas (or Lughnasa as it is also called), let us be grateful for the harvest.

What is important to me today is to celebrate the harvest and bread (lamas is loaf mass). I plan to break out the sourdough starter and put my hands in the dough. I have enjoyed the videos that Hendrik has shared on his channel Bread Code.

If it is just too hot to bake (with climate change and our hot planet earth)! Sit down with a cool drink and watch this vintage film with Meryl Streep that I watched with a dear friend in Long Beach, California now many decades ago.

If it’s too hot to bake, once you have finished watching Meryl Streep, learn about ways to help save the planet from burning up!

Too hot to bake? Help turn it around at Greenpeace.

Read full poem in Rainbow Warrior, my latest book of poems, that celebrates nature and calls us to action.

Jacquelyn Markham, Poet Voice

Weaving a Golden Web

A golden orb weaver has moved into a corner of my front verandah and seems quite at home there. She looks as if she has no intentions of ever moving away. Though surely a gift from the universe, if any of you have ever seen this spider, you know that she can be a bit daunting!

According to one website, a group of writers and entymologists who created it out of a labor of love, the golden orb weaver is a “fascinating spider known for its intricate, large webs that shimmer like gold in the sunlight.”

Spider Woman Goddess, Susan Seddon Boulet

(By the way, if you visit, what’sthatbug.com, be sure to click on the ads which, they explain, help to “generate revenue to pay for hosting, expert entomologists, and bandwidth costs when visitors click on ads on our site.”)

So, alleviating any fears I may have of the amazing golden orb weaver, the information from these entomologists is of interest: “orbweaver spiders are generally non-threatening creatures that pose little risk to humans.” I have noticed that this very large spider is completely oblivious to my presence even when I am watering my porch plants nearby. Whatsthatbug.com continues its “interaction with humans” details: “Their venomous bites are usually harmless, and they exhibit docile behavior in their natural habitats.” For sure, I will not be putting my hand into the web and the Golden Orb Weaver is a very busy spider! She has no time for the likes of me. So, I turn to my usual approach, the symbolism of this “animal spirit.”

Jamie Sams & David Carson in The Discovery of Power Through the Ways of Animals, a guide that accompanies my deck of medicine cards (Bear & Company, Santa Fe, NM), says: “Spider is the female energy of the creative force that weaves the beautiful designs of life.. .If Spider has dropped into your cards (or life, my italics), she may be telling you to create, create, create.”

Spider Woman, popular culture notwithstanding, has been a powerful symbol in some American Indian cultures (Navaho & Hopi), for example, “Spider Woman represented wisdom and education,” according to encyclopedia.com. She is associated with crops, weaving and the goddess as “a symbol of the ability to weave and to create something from one’s own body, just as a spider makes silk” (encyclopedia.com).

Susan Seddon Boulet created a powerful image of spiderwoman goddess.
Image credit: https://arthive.com/artists/10191~Susan_Seddon_Boulet/works/284690~Shaman_Spiderwoman

So, what does my symbol tell me today? Create, create, create & remember the sheer wonder of our world!

Golden Orb Weaver Spider

And, dear readers, I will end with a poem from my book Peering Into the Iris: An Ancestral Journey, that tells a story of my ancestors & their weaving.

Poem & Image by poet, Jacquelyn Markham

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Listening to Clouds

photo by J. Markham

Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.

Louisa May Alcott

photo by J. Markham

When I began to listen to poetry, it’s when I began to listen to the stones, and I began to listen to what the clouds had to say, and I began to listen to others. And I think, most importantly for all of us, then you begin to learn to listen to the soul, the soul of yourself in here, which is also the soul of everyone else.”

Joy Harjo

photo by J. Markham

Sometimes when I am writing, my head is in the clouds. And, I have been writing. Now, I may shift from words to images. These cloud images I took with my simple phone camera, but, I must also paint to really listen, to hear my soul. Below is detail from larger painting titled “Rushgatherers,” inspired by photos of Penn Center, St. Helena, SC (Face of an Island)

(Jacquelyn Markham, poet/painter)

“Rushgatherers,” acrylic painting by J. Markham

Jacquelyn Markham, poet & writer, author of Rainbow Warrior, Finishing Line Press (2023), Peering Into the Iris: An Ancestral Journey and China Baby, among other titles.

Gladioli from my Garden Against “Abstract Marsh”

(Acrylic on stretched canvas, painted by the author on retreat at Penn Center, St. Helena, SC, ca. 2003)

The continuity of art reveals itself more each year.  Images, colors, and themes recur in our writing, painting, photography, cooking, and gardening.  So, by chance, when I cut the gladioli from my June garden and placed it in a vase, it gravitated to a painting on my wall.  So many times, I have seen in nature like attracts like, for example, yellow butterflies light on yellow flowers.

But, back to the continuity of art.  Even in cooking, for example, I have sour dough starter in my refrigerator right now, a baking theme from many years ago when sour dough enjoyed another popularity trend. So, when I was baking bread a week or so ago, I pulled out a poem titled “Bread-Baking” from my collection Lavender Blooms Turn Eggplant Purple (there’s that recurring color!) After some searching, I found the poem and revised it. I’ll share some lines with you here.

Thinking the bread-baking might restore

the home my vagabond dreams threaten,

I set the yeast & the flour in action.

Fingers knead the dough,

punch, pull, stretch until

finally, I shape a smooth loaf,

place it in the bowl,

cover with clean linen.

Time now for its rising.

I wonder as I rest,

steaming tea to my lips,

leaves rustling outside the window,

how yeast turns flour to bread &

what leaven would so wonderfully

transform the early days

into sustenance for the soul?

Jacquelyn Markham (excerpt Bread-Baking)

And, now, it’s June and in my region along with the stunning purple & wine gladioli, we enjoy the abundance of vegetable gardens. So, the other day, I relived another poem, from another time, “Today This Jar of Pickles is My Poem.” This poem became the title poem of a chapbook of the same name that placed as a finalist in a chapbook contest sponsored by what was then Armstrong State College in Savannah (now Georgia Southern University).

from the poem:

I struggle with domesticity

as I sterilize jars, clear

pack fresh cucumbers, garlic

sharp smelling dill

breathe steaming vinegar

vapor that unclouds the brain

Lids bounce in boiling water

I fish for one and quickly seal

each jar, this could be a poem

each jar, this a painting

each jar, I question

and justify

 . . .

On gray winter days

sculptures in glass on my shelf

green peppers and cayennes twist in to form

zucchinis and crookneck yellows

wind, curve around each other

speckled beans, mosaics

I take down jar after jar

chill or heat the colors

shapes, lines

patterns that turn to food and are eaten

Jacquelyn Markham

            (excerpt from “Today This Jar of Pickles is My Poem”)

So, today, look around you.  Do you see the continuity of art around you? And, the continuity of  your life?

Jacquelyn~ aka Poet Voice

“Deep Purple,” a song that keeps coming back around

Day 30 Heliodora: Gift of the Sun

What a wonderful time I have had with Maureen Thorson’s final prompt for 2024 poem-a-day challenge: “And now for our last prompt of the year – optional, as always! Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which the speaker is identified with, or compared to, a character from myth or legend. . .” Partly because I have revisited one of my all time favorite poets, H.D. (Hilda Doolittle), modern American poet. Partly because I have learned more about Heliodora, the first known woman astrologer, ca. 2nd or 3rd century.

H.D., as a young poet, courtesy Poetry Foundation
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/h-d

Heliodora: Gift of the Sun

for H.D., priestess/poet

Heliodora, gift of the sun,

Heliodora, astrologer, were you

the only one?*

You charted Saturn, Mercury & Venus,

on papyrus positioned Jupiter & Mars. 

Heliodora, you prophesied births &

guided lovers by planets, by sun.

Heliodora, oracle of constellations,

the moon and its phases. You foretold

mysteries of eclipses, solar & lunar.

H.D., you, too, seeker & seer of mysteries,

poet/priestess, you divined

the memory of Heliodora.

Did she speak to you in a dream?

Did she prophesy in your “writing on the wall?”**

Did Heliodora appear in your “overmind?”

Heliodora, the ancient one,

send me a message through the stars,

the planets, the constellations,

Andromeda, Cygnus, Cassiopeia (the Queen)!

What do you seers foresee for me?

Jacquelyn Markham (4/30/2024)

Funerary Stele of Heliodora. Egyptian, 2nd–3rd CE***

*Archeology supports evidence of Heliodora, first known woman astrologer in the Greco-Roman world. **See Notes On Thought & Vision by H.D.

***Image of Heliodora courtesy of Missouri Museum of Art and Archeology

Day 29: I envy you your swiftness

painting of Mercury by John Woodrow Kelley

Hello poets & lovers of poetry! The penultimate day of our April 2024 poem-a-day challenge has arrived! For this day 29, the prompt asked us as to use as inspiration one of the ten most-used words of singer-songwriter Taylor Swift (really!) in her song lyrics. Her new album Tortured Poets Department hopefully doesn’t represent how we poets feel on Day 29 of the challenge, but we could use some of her publicity!

See the complete prompt from Maureen Thorson’s Napowrimo.net below the poem for more details. I must confess that my use of swift, swiftness, and swiftly was strictly coincidental! After all, I was writing about Mercury!

I envy you your swiftness

If only I were more like you, Mercury.

If only I were more mercurial—in the good sense,

quick-witted, sprightly, clever & ingenious.

Not temperamental, fickle or inconstant,

but swift with missives from the gods!

You wear sandals & a cap with wings

to propel you with a speed that others envy.

Like the planet that bears your name,

you travel lightning fast even escaping

Copernicus by traveling swiftly in the dark!

Not like a tree, rooted in earth,

not like a river running deep & slow,

not like me. I crawl like a caterpillar, a snail,

a turtle from the sea.  My mood sets in like

an overcast day when clouds don’t lift

until the sun burns through near sunset.

Oh, Mercury, though you be the god of tricksters

and thievery, and though the slow and steady

win the race, I envy you your swiftness!

            Jacquelyn Markham 4/29/2024

The Prompt:

From Napowrimo.net: “And now for our optional prompt. If you’ve been paying attention to pop-music news over the past couple of weeks, you may know that Taylor Swift has released a new double album titled “The Tortured Poets Department.” In recognition of this occasion, Merriam-Webster put together a list of ten words from Taylor Swift songs. We hope you don’t find this too torturous yourself, but we’d like to challenge you to select one these words, and write a poem that uses the word as its title.”

Jacquelyn Markham, poet & writer, author of Rainbow Warrior, Finishing Line Press (2023), Peering Into the Iris: An Ancestral Journey and China Baby, among other titles.

Day 27 my lover courage: an American sonnet

Today, as part of the poem-a-day challenge, we wrote an American sonnet. Still 14 lines as the traditional sonnet, but much freer in meter and rhyme.

I used Maureen Thorson’s (Napowrimo.net) suggested prompt & formula from Write253.com (shared below).

It was a welcome prompt on this Day 27 of our challenge. I also tried a new way of presenting the poem on my blog. I am pretty pleased with the outcome. The inspiration from songs or musical genres (part of the process) was the deep emotional song by Melody Gardot (also linked below). Like Frida Kahlo, Gardot was injured in a serious accident at a very young age (bus for Kahlo and bicycle for Gardot). Painting saved Frida and music saved Melody.

poet playing flute from the heart, Penn Center, ca. 2008

The Prompt: And now for our prompt – optional, as always!  Today we’d like to challenge you to write an “American sonnet.” What’s that? Well, it’s like a regular sonnet but . . . fewer rules? Like a traditional Spencerian or Shakespearean sonnet, an American sonnet is shortish (generally 14 lines, but not necessarily!), discursive, and tends to end with a bang, but there’s no need to have a rhyme scheme or even a specific meter. Here are a few examples:

If you’d like more specific instructions for how to get started, Write 253 has a great “formula” prompt for an American sonnet, which you can find here.

Jacquelyn Markham, poet & writer, author of Rainbow Warrior, Finishing Line Press (2023), Peering Into the Iris: An Ancestral Journey and China Baby, among other titles. She offers writing & creativity guidance through Moonflower Mentoring.

Day 26 Tango haiku & Be Brave cinquain

Greetings poets & lovers of poetry!

Today’s prompt guided us poets to use several poetic sound techniques—alliteration, consonance, and assonance.  I added to that a couple of small poetic forms: the haiku (3 lines of 5, 7, 5 syllables) and the cinquain (5 lines of 2,4,6,8,2 syllables). Fun!

The Prompt from Napowrimo.net: “And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that involves alliteration, consonance, and assonance. Alliteration is the repetition of a particular consonant sound at the beginning of multiple words. Consonance is the repetition of consonant sounds elsewhere in multiple words, and assonance is the repetition of vowel sounds. Traci Brimhall’s poem “A Group of Moths” provides a great example of these poetic devices at work, with each line playing with different sounds that seem to move the poem along on a sonorous wave.”

Tango Till: Haiku

Mango, mango, will

you do the tango till dawn?

Tango me all night.

            Jacquelyn Markham 4/26/24

Be Brave: Cinquain

O blue

melancholy

mood melancholy me

sun sparks diamonds on blue river

be brave.

            Jacquelyn Markham 4/26/24

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Day 25 Madeleine Remembrance

Inspired by the Marcel Proust Questionnaire (see prompt below)

madeleine cake with tea
Art courtesy of http://www.luzyarte.net

THE POEM:

Madeleine Remembrance

so much depends

upon

a Madeleine cake

even a crumb

transports

to memories

once lost

in time

c. Jacquelyn Markham 4/25/2024

THE PROMPT:

You can find all the details about this prompt, at our poetry center for the 2024 poem-a-day challenge linked here at Napowrimo.net: “Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on the “Proust Questionnaire,” a set of questions drawn from Victorian-era parlor games, and adapted by modern interviewers. You could choose to answer the whole questionnaire, and then write a poem based on your answers, answer just a few, or just write a poem that’s based on the questions.”

Brief Bio of Marcel Proust, courtesy of “Light & Art”:

The“madeleine”, with its softness and unique flavor, transports the author of the text,Marcel Proust, to his childhood. This French writer(1871-1922)renewed the contemporary novel and was the creator of the series“In search of lost time”, made up of seven novels, to whose writing he dedicated almost his entire life. Locked in a room, with cork-covered walls, he created the protagonist (his alter ego) and explored his past evoked by a sensitive and disorderly memory whose only law is the association of ideas. (Retrieved from https://www.luzyarte.net/2016/06/la-madeleine-de-proust.html)