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Sunday, July 11, 2021

At the Gates of Dawn / George J. Dance


At the Gates of Dawn

(a cento)

Night prowls, scratches sand, & then pads on,
the gnomes are sleeping in their gnomish homes,
when darkness is increased by 1, to 7
& from the icy waters underground

a scarlet eagle rises, shining gold
on all. Floating down, the light resounds
blindingly – flap flicker flicker / Blam pow pow –

& all the land is lime and limpid green.
Amidst the grass, dandelions thrive.
Buttercups cup the light in the foggy dew.

Change, return, success, going & coming,
nothing can be destroyed once & for all:
Look at the sun, look at the sky, look at the river
lazily winding, finding its way to sea.

~~
George J. Dance, 2007
from
Doggerel, and other doggerel, 2015

[All rights reserved - used with permission]

Lies through a Lens, A Pink Sunrise Disturbs the Quiet of the Blue Hour, Wareham UK, 2015.

George J. Dance biography

3 comments:

  1. Virtually all of the imagery in this poem comes from lyrics to five songs - "Astronomy Domine," "Lucifer Sam," "Matilda Mother," Flaming," "The Gnome," & "Chapter 24," from the Pink Floyd album "The Piper at the Gates of Dawn" - written by the late great Syd Barrett. Westminster Music, 1967.

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  2. Your poem... the dawning of time... and time again. Oh, a cento... inspired by Pink Floyd album "The Piper at the Gates of Dawn". Not familiar, but do not have to be because it is about your poem. Like "gnomish homes". Enjambment (moi as a novice, identifying). Love that dandelions live within your poem. "... Buttercups cup the light..." ✅️ "... and all the land is lime and lipid green..." ✅️ Can this be referred to as iambic pentameter, pretty close - poetic license. 14 lines: 1 quatrain/2 tercets/1 quatrain. Hmm? Sonnet: 14 lines. Nice. I'm learning so much from reading your poetry. Thank you.

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