Tender Rebellion

Immortals on Strong Beach

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“If Nal had looked up, he would have seen a

thunderhead of seagulls in the well of the sky,

rolling seaward.”

—Karen Russell

All along the uncaring strip
of sand, a bedlam of lambent
tongues, silver and black, they needle

the air. Twist to form a needle
out of the glorious white strip.
The flock embroiders the lambent

cold breath, fills it with their lambent
levity. Dance on the needle
until the light comes down to strip

to strip their lambent pride and thread it through a needle.

Poetry

poetic forms, Poetry, tritina

Published by

Conny

Responses

Dominic Alapat

December 31, 2022 at 3:57 am

Beautiful poem Conny! The repetition of words gives this poem so much power, and sharpens its meaning! I loved the line ‘Dance on the needle’!

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1. Conny
  
  December 31, 2022 at 10:26 am
  
  Thanks Dominic! I love to play with words and images, so this tritina was fun to write.
  
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  1. Dominic Alapat
    
    December 31, 2022 at 10:49 am
    
    My pleasure Conny!
    
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merrildsmith

December 11, 2022 at 1:20 pm

I really like “a bedlam of lambent
tongues”! That’s it exactly!

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1. Conny
  
  December 12, 2022 at 6:11 pm
  
  It’s wordplay that sounds good, but actually works as an image as well. It’s one of those happy accidents!
  
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  1. merrildsmith
    
    December 13, 2022 at 12:15 pm
    
    Yes, indeed. 😊
    
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sunhesper

November 26, 2022 at 2:00 pm

Brilliant in every sense. ‘Bedlam’ and ‘lambent’ were made to tumble together.

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1. Conny
  
  November 27, 2022 at 5:56 pm
  
  Thank you Sun!
  
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