The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 12/4/08

[BlueIris]

"One of the Practical Mystics"

On reading Margaret Eben, c. 1300

No Magi clomping down the spotless cloister
hall, no Holy Family packing up for flight.
Past Epiphany, it's just the sculpted Baby
who lies in Margaret's cell.

Candles glow, their miracle of beeswax
melting into wings around the Infant. Now,
urgently incarnate, he's fussing in his alabaster hay.
On hearing—look—the nun unties her gown,

draws her shawl across the gap between what
we can see and what she means to do. One could
name it more than need, but no one else is there,
a stone cold baby's crying—what should a busy
woman offer but a sweet, her own, the overflow?

—Jeanine Hathaway

[BlueIris]

1. Kick.

[BlueIris]

2. Meh. This is what I get for posting late, I guess. nt

[RetroLounge]

3. This is nice

does she have a series of these poems?

:hi:

RL

[BlueIris]

7. Not part of a series that I found.

But I suppose I could dig around a little more.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. My dear BlueIris!

This is just breathtaking! Really understated, but the meaning is crystal clear...

And perfect to for the season...

Thank you!

:hug:

[Tuesday Afternoon]

5. hmmmm....

Margaret...1300. Practical Mystic. very interesting, this one. Thanks.

[ThomCat]

6. Hmm... interesting..

on a first reading I'm taking this in literally, but I'm going to think about this for a while. There are obviously intentions in this one that I'm not getting yet.