Day 347 – This One is Mine

This One is Mine

Day 347

Scent of Irises by David Herbert Lawrence

A faint, sickening scent of irises
Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table
A fine proud spike of purple irises
Rising above the class-room litter, makes me unable
To see the class’s lifted and bended faces
Save in a broken pattern, amid purple and gold and sable.

I can smell the gorgeous bog-end, in its breathless
Dazzle of may-blobs, when the marigold glare overcast you
With fire on your cheeks and your brow and your chin as you dipped
Your face in the marigold bunch, to touch and contrast you,
Your own dark mouth with the bridal faint lady-smocks,
Dissolved on the golden sorcery you should not outlast.

You amid the bog-end’s yellow incantation,
You sitting in the cowslips of the meadow above,
Me, your shadow on the bog-flame, flowery may-blobs,
Me full length in the cowslips, muttering you love;
You, your soul like a lady-smock, lost, evanescent,
You with your face all rich, like the sheen of a dove.

You are always asking, do I remember, remember
The butter-cup bog-end where the flowers rose up
And kindled you over deep with a cast of gold?
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open darkness which then drew us in,
The dark which then drank up our brimming cup.

You upon the dry, dead beech-leaves, in the fire of night
Burnt like a sacrifice; you invisible;
Only the fire of darkness, and the scent of you!
—And yes, thank God, it still is possible
The healing days shall close the darkness up
Wherein we fainted like a smoke or dew.

Like vapour, dew, or poison. Now, thank God,
The fire of night is gone, and your face is ash
Indistinguishable on the grey, chill day;
The night had burst us out, at last the good
Dark fire burns on untroubled, without clash
Of you upon the dead leaves saying me Yea.

Day 346 – Look at Me

Look at Me

Day 346

When I shoot a photo tomorrow evening, it will be the final photo of this project.  I have been dragging my feet about getting 346 – 364 posted; maybe I am postponing the inevitable, or more likely I am just lazy and spending too much time playing games on my iPhone – Words With Friends and Draw Something have me hook, line and sinker….  In either case, I am just posting the one photo tonight, or should I say, this morning (?) as it is almost 1:00 am and I am just plain pooped – tonight a book has been distracting me:  a nice bit of camp in a book titled Dark Shadows:  Angelique’s Descent by none other than the original Angelique, Lara Parker – prurient curiosity led me to read it, however it is an engaging story, if a bit on the dark (pun intended) side.

Until tomorrow…..  and a word of warning, lazy Cyndi has let the flowers do all of the work – I went out day after day and shot flower after flower because I just didn’t feel like “working” on anything that would make me have to think, which would therefore force large amounts of black smoke to pour from my ears.  I think it was a good compromise.