February 16, 2019 by petrujviljoen
Just then the moon beamed through what was her star.
There was no voice which spoke but the nightjar,
caged, awoke with a reservoir of song.
It was real. The Light left – its door ajar
Following is the edited version:
Just then the moon shone through her reddened star.
A trill but so filled; the hidden nightjar,
once caged, flew up with reservoirs of song.
The Light was real, it left the door ajar.
Linked to Dverse Poets where Jilly asks us to consider imagery in the Rubaiyat. I know Helen Martins relied on the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam in generating some of the works for her sculpture garden, now called The Owl House in Nieu Bethesda, South Africa. I thought I sufficiently dealt with Helen Martins in previous poetry but it seems there is more to be said. It may be surprising I didn’t bring in an owl into this ruba’i but I know she’d be pleased with the nightjar. She loved all birds as do I.
I do hope I created an image people can visualize. Please give strong constructive criticism. I’m sure I haven’t managed the iambic pentameter here, but stayed with ten syllables per line.