THOUGHTS ON HOMER FROM A GARDEN IN WALES

Homer Inkwell and Quill - Thoughts

~ Thoughts On Homer From a Garden in Wales ~ By ~ Ulysses ~

~

While sat upon air amid

gardens, I dreamt once

a vision of ruin and glory.

It burst from ancient pages newly pressed,

the bard of which may never have lived.

~

His beard of stone formed

of marble, an illustrious prize.

His words they echo in the halls

of centennia. The grey eyes

of Athena awash with life.

~

As rosy fingers of sunlight

shone through emerald leaves,

My hands shook like Priams as

he looked down from above.

The arrows and spears flew by my ears.

~

Tears formed as the foam

of the sea-god’s rage

Spattered amongst boats.

~

O, to return from the time

when the blood of men lined

the bellies of roams as they lashed

the plains. To sit moist-eyed in

South Walian light, checking the sky for rain.

~*~

Artwork Composition/Photography by Dewin Nefol: https://dewinnefol.wordpress.com/

~ Image of Homer Bust from Google Search, origin unknown ~

~*~

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30 thoughts on “THOUGHTS ON HOMER FROM A GARDEN IN WALES

    1. Hey Sue 🙂

      How are you dong? A busy day for you amongst us all here Sue: we have followed the flow of your pen from here to there and back again, and have delighted in reading all your comments today! Thank you so much 🙂

      Like all scarecrows, Ulysses is a wanderer, their speciality is epic adventure and spending long periods out of town. This poem fell as the last leaf in Ulysses garden before setting sail to who-knows-where! That is the freedom of rolling on the oceans wide, one never knows where the wind will carry the brave.

      Ulysses has an eye for the classics, and enjoys density in their thoughts and attitudes. Always mindful, always polite, Ulysses has a thoughtful contribution to make on most topics. This piece is Homer inspired – written from a small garden in Wales, perhaps even accompanied by a glass or two of fresh pressed rosy vine.

      Regards the artwork, I nearly went back to change the colour of the quill feather to green. It being a poem written in Wales, the colours would have been a tribute. Not to worry, I have the original artwork and it is only a simple matter to amend. Something to consider further farther down the line.

      Thank you for your appreciation and enjoyment. Your comment will be well received Sue, no doubt with a thank you 🙂

      Hoping all is well. Take care of you.

      Namaste 🙂

      DN and Raven’s 12

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      1. All of your artwork is excellent Dewin and I am sure when you have time a colour change of the feather will be made if you feel it is right.

        I am sure Ulysses would have many a thoughtful tale to tell… And like those tales told to my husband when a boy by the traveller who wandered the fields and ditches, as the door to their kitchen was left open, they are still warmly remembered today.

        Have a bright day! 🙂

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      2. Good afternoon Sue 🙂

        Lovely to see here again sunning in The Pasture.

        Thank you for mention of the artwork. The change to feather colouring is a thought no longer pressing on my mind, merely a notion passing through like tumbleweed in a soft breeze 🙂

        Gallybloggers awaits Ulysses next contribution with great anticipation. With their rich interest in classic literature their mind must already be carried to places far beyond the beyond and returned home again changed, expanded, their vision broadened as if stood atop Everest with a 360 degree view of the horizon. Astral travel broadens the mind 😉

        Indeed I recall mention of your husband’s acquaintance. On behalf of Gallybloggers, please by all means have hubby pen a contribution, an epitaph of sorts to one who brought mystery into a young boys life 🙂

        Go in Peace, Be Love. Have a wonderful afternoon.

        Namaste 🙂

        DN and Raven’s 12

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      3. Hey Sue 🙂

        What a fantastic story! We would dearly like to share the essence of that tall tale. Should you be willing – perhaps hubby can help – to recompose the prose as a poem Gallybloggers would delight in publishing here Sue. We love the gentleness, the human angle, the unfathomable nature of this charming enigmatic character of mystery who told stories and brought grace, humility and tenderness into the lives he touched. It is a beautiful story, we would love to publish it here with artwork attached.

        What say you Sue Dreamwalker, good friend of Scarecrows and a Raven? Would you rise to that challenge like a rainbow?

        Namaste 🙂

        DN and Raven’s 12

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      4. Thank you dear Dewin.. You are most welcome to use any of it as you wish, and Hubby is not much of a scribe. But gives permission to adapt as you see fit.. At the moment I have another project on going so please feel free to copy/paste for your referral.

        🙂 Sue

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      5. Oh that is fine.. it was the link at the bottom I have removed from the post.. as it no longer leads to the post I was referring to..

        I know you will make an excellent job of the post and you are free to refer if you wish it back to the original. As it has sat their unread for years.. 🙂 .. Hopefully it will make people more aware and Accepting! 🙂

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      6. Hey Sue 🙂

        Thank you, that’s very kind 🙂 Your wonderful story is really your husband’s tale, his experience, and not honestly mine to delineate, I cannot personally relate to it Sue as I wasn’t there. Hubby is with you to share the intimacy of details. However, personally I think hubby should try to find form with his own words: the story deserves a proper airing, don’t you think, penned by the person who was actually there 🙂 Think of it as the Raven laying down a challenge for hubby to rise to and overcome 🙂

        Good luck! 🙂

        Namaste 🙂

        DN and Raven’s 12

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      7. I just related this back to him Dewin.. and he says he is said the Pen might be mightier than the sword.. But he prefers a Spade.. 🙂 lol.. 🙂 Really you are most welcome to do as you please with what is written.. I will leave you to choose. 🙂

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      8. Hey Sue 🙂

        Is that the only feeble excuse hubby has? 😉 And there we were thinking any man who wields a spade was salt of the earth and a poet born, like Walt Whitman 🙂

        Our response from Hemmingway, of course, our bruising bouncer working The Pasture Gate, who says to tell hubby,

        ‘Your names not on the list, you can’t come in.’
        ‘Now listen…’
        ‘There is no rule
        On how to write.
        Sometimes it
        comes easily
        and perfectly,
        sometimes it’s like drilling rock and
        then blasting it
        out with charges’
        ~*~

        So unto hubby we say, wield that spade like it were a war hammer! Mightily with red mist descending!

        Namaste 🙂

        DN and Raven’s 12

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      9. Hey Sue 🙂

        Lol 😀 Excellent, then we are well on our way to success Sue. There is nothing better than a little polite, gentle ribbing and public humiliation to sure up the bedrock, sieve the fine soil from the course, warm the flaming seed, niggle the sapling, grow the outrage, flame the poet and crack the stone to find the diamond. Perfect gardening made possible by planting one small idea beneath the soil of his own contemplative Eden 🙂

        Now then let’s crack on Mr Dreamwalker! Time to get digging for words else your Paradise will forever be Lost and your Never Land never ever found. I have just one question my kind sir, who is it that lives deep down inside you, deep down, deep underground? 😉

        Namaste 🙂

        DN and Raven’s 12

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    1. Good morning John,

      Welcome to Saturday! 🙂 We trust you arrived at the weekend in fine fettle feeling like James Bond being handed a drink by Dr. No, “medium dry martini, lemon peel. Shaken, not stirred,” or should that be as secret agent Henderson corrected, “That’s, um, stirred not shaken.” 🙂

      Thank you good friend for giving wind to Ulysses sails. I trust they billow and blow the young adventure to a land of poem and prose. Should their work become an epic, Gallybloggers hopes it will be shared here: and why not, life is an adventure, and we the Homeless are snails unbounded by tradition, untroubled by convention, fearless in the face of adversity and challenge, and have stories to share: rich earthen grounded yet fantastical, bursting with mystery and legend, folk-lore and fable. We are the storytellers of the modern age! 🙂

      Thank you big fella for standing strong as an oak when all around other trees are bending 🙂

      Namaste 🙂

      DN and Raven’s 12

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    1. The Raven’s wouldn’t let it be Sue: they pecked my head relentlessly until it fluttered green. We now have Welsh colours flying high on Ulysses flag-ship as she sets sail for destinations anew.

      “May God bless her and all who sail in her.” And so say all of us!

      Namaste 🙂

      DN and Raven’s 12

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