bell jar

i walked  the path today
heavy with oak leaves

stumbling on the hidden rocks
i made my way down the hill

through purple asters poking
up  through autumn brown

at the waterfall I sat
on the black boulders jutting

out from tired grass and  built
a small fire in the circle of stones

starting it with bundled sage
seemed perfect for this october

smoke signals chased old demons
beckoned absent angels home

as it weaved through old growth  cedar
touched the tail of  a turkey buzzard

making his rounds

when the fire turned to ash I sat
listening to the moment trapped

in a bell jar and it was beautiful

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11 Responses to bell jar

  1. Kim says:

    i walked the path with you and smelt the sage – beautiful…

  2. Dick says:

    Powerful and evocative. A fine piece.

  3. maurie says:

    Definately a path worth taking / Such a lovely piece.**

  4. christine says:

    Mmm, the smell of burning sage in the wild, in a fire ring, a gorgeous moment, a place of respite.

  5. paisley says:

    i envy your seeming connection to nature in this one.. i search for mine.. but it eludes me….

  6. nathan1313 says:

    This is good, wonderfully vivid — a kind of ritual in nature

  7. Holly D says:

    what a nice moment, a ritual of fall…really gorgeous…makes me want to do something like it!

  8. Scot says:

    thank you new friends and old for your kind words

  9. lissa says:

    vivid & beautiful. i really liked the softness of this poem.

  10. Julie says:

    The bell jar makes me think of Sylvia Plath. Of course, I always bring too much of my own psychoses to a reading:) But the bell jar works for me with a gorgeous twist…chasing old demons away. This is one of my new Scot Young favorites. I love the nature, the form, the voice, and of course, the moment trapped in the jar. Yes, the moment you have shared is beautiful, as is the poem.

  11. S.L. Corsua says:

    It’s a change of pace and tone from other poems of yours I’ve read. This one, with its fluidity and theme, is a mark of your flexibility as a poet. 😉

    The poem is brimming with childlike wonder at the surrounding beauty; its effect on the reader (on me, personally) is cathartic. Thank you. Cheers.

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