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Dian’s Steel White Armour … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 15 February 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem from college days, to do with the look of the countryside in winter …

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DIAN’S STEEL WHITE ARMOUR
a poem by Alice B. Clagett
amongst her early works

Dian’s steel white armour stilts a jagged landscape.
Flesh dies with winter, colors recess
and the bared bones of bleached children cry to cold winds.

The crotch of the black barked elm, powdered with snow
like a withered woman upturned, flaunts her indecency.

Summer, gentle lover, bee busy decked her with flowers.
Fall garbed her riotous. The cold lust of his breath
scattered her sage modesty. Remnants wither under
winder’s frozen tears.

Age notwithstanding, she tickles his beard with her toes.
Time will bring her newer dresses, aye, but the waiting is dreary.

. . . . .

Alice B. Clagett


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Kitten Dawning … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 15 February 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is an early poem …

. . . . .

KITTEN DAWNING
a poem by Alice B. Clagett
amongst her early works

What ligature compounds this melody?

Awake! The day has just begun!
The animal has wreathed herself beneath my arm
fending the light.

Awake! The shuttered windows perpetrate the sun!

She swarmed into the air, danced there, reneged
grooved deep beneath the sheet
and humpered breathlessly
in the warm, golden darkness.

. . . . .

Alice B. Clagett


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All-Where Air Binds and Loosens … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 15 February 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is an early poem …

. . . . .

ALL-WHERE AIR BINDS AND LOOSENS
a poem by Alice B. Clagett
amongst her early works

Few of us found it
less knew he had it
enjoined unbidden and fled equally unwilled.

Of a steel-bright morn-end
scarecrow wavered in the corn field, watching

Blue sun sliced straw fingers
painted eyes kissed pained air
one shoe moulded a wet home for field mice.

Then the fervid disc in soft alleviation lowered :
Greeness. More corn, more crow grown bold.
Two shoes, the field mouse
straw hand comforting

All-where air binds and loosens.
Few find
less cognizant
none refusing dispersal.

. . . . .

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

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

Alice B. Clagett


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Five Small Star Childe … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 15 February 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is an early poem …

. . . . .

FIVE SMALL STAR CHILDE
a poem by Alice B. Clagett
amongst her early works

How have ye fared in the forest?

Well enow.
The bear growled friendlily
but near, and though birds stilled
clouds fell life wet to sorrow the stream
chilling the illusion of calm
forcing sparkle-edged objection
in still waters.

Well enow.
Sight failed
recalled in time
gentle windfall leaving
one star in slight nearness
soft bearing shadows.

Well enow.
Five small star childe slid
down wispering. Stole to the sand
receded and came again.
On silent calling fled, startling
tree tops

Well enow.
if only less fleet or more shy
so to fare well in soundlessness.

. . . . .

Alice B. Clagett


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Enter Softly … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 15 February 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is an early poem …

. . . . .

ENTER SOFTLY
a poem by Alice B. Clagett
amongst her early works

Enter softly.
Do harsh steps shake the world?
molest the grass?
kill caterpillars?

The cold pale knight of morning
unwraps the dead.

Once more, my love
love me more.
I see you in my mind’s eye
with the mind’s kiss
and the mind’s sigh

Cat’s eyes
two yellow slits in a black screen
watched over us.
Clock’s tick
renewed our silent symphony.

Dew tells no audience
the record of such rhapsody.
Only
receding
washes pawpads
of our AWOL guardian.

. . . . .

Alice B. Clagett


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Days … poems by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 15 February 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is a set of early poemlets …

. . . . .

DAYS
tiny poems by Alice B. Clagett
amongst her early works

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A tree graced a hilltop was a nipple on a great green breast.

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Sunset’s aftermath: clouds lie on the sky like lead on steel
false dawn: stars stand on the sky like ice on water
midday: sun sits on the sky like paint on paper.

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Sunlight on a srittered windowpane etched
a crystal dove in firelight.

.

. . . . .

Alice B. Clagett


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Climb … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 15 February 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is an early poem …

. . . . .

CLIMB
a poem by Alice B. Clagett
amongst her early works

Lets climb that mountain there.
Brown will blanket
smog will smother upturned eyes
…….. of townsmen
…….. townswomen
…….. townschildren
as we bare skin to a strong sun.

. . . . .

Alice B. Clagett


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