Tag Archives: Narrative Poems

The Alley . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 15 February 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is an early poem written when I lived in San Francisco and worked downtown there. I used to ride my blue bicycle to work …

. . . . .

THE ALLEY
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
amongst her early works

We were walking down an alley
and a child bounced out the door.
A white child kitten child
tumbled out the door.

So

we stepped over it.

Skies.
Peel.out.the.thunder.of.my.altoo.quiet.love

.

I had a bright blue silver wind machine.
It carried me to where I spent my days, asleep
so I could eat (dayfood.

And was there once that wonder in the world?

. . . . .

Image: “Cicada,” by Alice B. Clagett, late 1900s, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Cicada,” by Alice B. Clagett, late 1900s, CC BY-SA 4.0

Alice B. Clagett


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The Serpent Yawned . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 15 February 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is an early poem written just after my first experience of kundalini rising …

. . . . .

THE SERPENT YAWNED
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
amongst her early works

Sounds dart like parakeets
in a large dark room.

.

The serpent yawned
his breath impaled the spine
The brain twitched
a gopher terrified
Heart raced the hurricane
frame shook . . . .

.

A stray cat viewed me strangely

.

The caterpillar shimmered
in the morning sun.
purple prickles, frozen form

. . . . .

Alice B. Clagett


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Warrior Song . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

WARRIOR SONG
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
while riding back to LA from Sedona
on the Sierra Club bus with my friends
November 2010

I am this bus and all the people in it.

I am this heart and all the love that’s in it.

I am that ancient warrior
walking a snow blown land
checking my traps for the fat rabbit
whose flesh will heal my mother’s mother,
and whose soft fur will warm my newborn child.

Deep beneath the earth I feel
rivers of fire that are Earth’s flowing blood
and the great fiery orb that is the earth’s heart, beating.

And far above my own life’s trace,
the brilliant stars descry
their joyful jubilee upon
the midnight sky.

Image: “Days on Earth,” by Alice B.  Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

……….

Image: “Days on Earth,” by Alice B.  Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

……….

Alice B. Clagett


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The Voodoo Bird . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

THE VOODOO BIRD
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
18 February 2012

I saw an egret
hypnotize a frog
with the rhythmic
undulations
of its neck.

Yikes!

Image: “Yikes!” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

……….

Image: “Yikes!” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

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Alice B. Clagett


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The Voice of a Child . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Image: “Gaia’s Grace 1, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Gaia’s Grace 1, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

THE VOICE OF A CHILD
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
4 February 2018

This account is entirely fictional.

 

Not long ago, in a country town
chilled to the bone, a troubled child
waited almost an hour for the bus to arrive

A woman, seeming mighty grand
pulled up in an old sedan
Leaned across the passenger seat
opened the door and said, hop in!

For almost a month on the astral plane
Night after night I heard his screams

God, oh God! God, oh God!
When will my father come find me?

Mr MD, What have you done
clipping the eyelids from that man’s son?
Did you think that would awaken him?

The heresy of physical form
makes a man think that a woman is born
when the jewels of his youth are shorn
and then, his mother’s fine clothes are worn

What shows up is an angry man
trapped in a form that he can’t stand
What will he do for a sexual thrill
but find a child at a bus stop to kill?

For over a month on the astral plane
I heard his screams, I felt his pain
And then one day, a man stepped in
and severed the child from his agony

Then for a month or more I heard
a sweet small voice from the wild clair world

I love you, I love you, Mr MD
for ending that nightmare pain in me
I love you, I love you, Mr MD …
Thank you for liberating me

Oh God, if there be a God, please spare
this child, please find him there
Bless him and bring him home again
to the Father who hears when he calls for help

Bless his parents. Heal that place
and by the way, as to Dorian Gray
ask the MD to read it please

Form’s good, but it’s not the only thing
It’s feelings that make our hearts sing

In my heart I still hear
month in, month out,
the voice of a child
and how he called out

See the face of a woman
who was not all there
and the glint of a knife
as it arced through the air

I remember how great
was the grief of that town
and how we kept hoping
the child would be found

Image: “Gaia’s Grace 2, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Gaia’s Grace 2, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

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Alice B. Clagett


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Somersaults . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

SOMERSAULTS
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
in Southern Colorado
30 September 2011

This road lays out the country
like an endless Persian rug
in shades of taupe and bone
and dry green pioneer knowhow
edged in purple garlands, sparse,
against a pale blue wall of early autumn sky.

Alice B. Clagett


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Scotch Tape Doesn’t Last . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

. . .SCOTCH TAPE DOESN’T LAST
. . .A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
. . .April 2004

Scotch tape doesn’t last, you know –
. . . not down through the decades.
. . . There’s no using it for tax returns,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . that’s for sure.

These boisterous years roll by
. . . like a wide, wet river –
. . . silent and dark by night,
. . . a little too loud by day, and
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . endlessly entrancing.

Scotch tape can’t staunch that flow
. . . or mend the pain
. . . of years yet unfulfilled
. . . and love’s lost hours

.

Until, at last,
. . . our hearts
. . . turn away from the tyrant tide –
. . . once more to glimpse
. . . . . . that fiery orb
. . . . . . . . . . . . . … . . . . . bless the far clouds
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .    …. . …. with a sweet goodbye.

Image: “The Evening Kiss,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “The Evening Kiss,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

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Alice B. Clagett


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