Posted in Poetry

As a Deer

A Summer Haibun for dVerse ~

 

When all at once a summer evening rain deepens the leaves and grass to bottle green and the lake turns dusky grey with pockmark drops strewn as confetti on the face of it. I grab my camera and shoot the sky (rather than the moon) until russet brown movement across the water catches my peripheral.  Two young deer have come out of the woods; they frolic like bent legged dogs darting to the water for a drink, back to the chase and tag, and before I can zoom and click, they have slipped into the trees and are gone. We go back inside and listen in the quiet of the darkness to thunder and our hearts beating in time with the elusive earth’s depth

Rain brings joy behooved

Stillness stirs our souls to wild

Yearnings of the deep

 

© Jilly’s Poetry & Photo

Posted in Food!

White Chicken Chili

Hey, Y’all!  It’s been just ages since I posted anything in the category of Food.
Long overdue.  I reckon it falls to the great state of Texas to own the original
Chili Cook-Off ritual.  It has spread like  wildfire all across the land and into
festivals and kitchens even here in Florida.  I don’t suppose my little ole recipe
here would win any awards, but we sure like it.  This ain’t your traditional
Chili, now folks.  This here is White Chili made with chicken and it packs 
a bit of a zing.  I hope y’all like it enough to share it with some good friends
around the campfire.  Cheers, Jilly!

½ small Vidalia onion, chopped
1 stalk celery, chopped
1 clove garlic, minced
10-12 green olives, chopped
15 oz. can cannellini beans, drained and rinsed
4 oz. can diced green chilies OR one Anaheim pepper, seeded and chopped
1 bottle beer or hard cider
1 cup broth, chicken or vegetable
1 chicken breast, cut into bite-sized pieces OR 2 chicken sausages, sliced
1 tsp sugar
1 tsp dried oregano
2 tablespoons chili powder
2 tsp ground cumin
1 tsp chili-lime Cholula (or other hot sauce)
1 tablespoon lime juice
1 medium tomato, peeled and chopped
Chopped cilantro

Sauté the onion and celery in a medium saucepan over medium heat for about 2 minutes.  Add minced garlic.  Continue to sauté for an additional minute.  If you are using a fresh Anaheim pepper, add it with the garlic.  Add all additional ingredients except chopped tomato and cilantro. Cover and simmer for at least 30 minutes.  Adjust seasoning according to taste.  Stir in the tomato and let simmer a few minutes more.  Serve with chopped cilantro.

Posted in Poetry

Live Like the Wind

The outcome of Magnetic Poetry today!

 

A lathering blood ache
could crush you beneath
its purple mist

Go madly my friend
lick the luscious honey
chant deliriously to the rain
be drunk on your frantic dreams
whisper a sweet storm
through a thousand moons
live like the wind

 

© Jilly’s Photo & Words

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Posted in Poetry

Racing Toward September

Summers
We would wield
A dull butcher knife
Slicing against the grain
Of green on green rind
Cutting in two
Like twin halves of a broken
Heart, red with seeds spilling
Black and shiny
And smaller
White alewives
Onto the kitchen counter
Spiriting off with large slices
And a salt shaker to
The back porch sitting
On the edge of the pock-marked
Cement, spitting seeds
Into the grass
Sucking hard on the escaping
Juices and the illusiveness
Of those
Long northern days
That slipped away too
Fast, racing toward
September

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Posted in Poetry

Dance the Moon

sA Solstice Villanelle


Dance the moon, twirl it in your naked arms,
wild beneath the dark, light your soul aflame,
rejoice the night, embrace her raging charms.

Weave among the trees of ancient farms,
cast off restraint and call the orchard’s name;
dance the moon, twirl it in your naked arms

Press deep the grapes and drink you of sauternes,
let morning care for all her waking shame,
rejoice the night, embrace her raging charms

The Fury’s night runs heedless of alarms,
the solstice reel is savage, shan’t be tamed,
dance the moon, twirl it in your naked arms.

Let frenzy pour a cup your heart to warm,
spark high your heels to join you in this game,
rejoice the night, embrace her raging charms

Rush full at Sol’s bright apex to disarm,
give back to Pan the rave that is his fame,
dance the moon, twirl it in your naked arms,
rejoice the night, embrace her raging charms.


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Posted in Poetry

Signs of

Over at dVerse we are writing about signs. Orlando recently turned a corner in healing as a year has now gone by since the horrific event at The Pulse Nightclub.  While I drive past the location often, it is usually with averted eyes lest the pain enter and overwhelm me.  Today, in light of this prompt, I stopped and got out for a few moments with my camera.  The pictures and the words speak for themselves.  ~Jilly

 

Signs of

grief
hatred
death
brokenness

humanness

strength

resilience

questions
answers

Are we more
broken than before?

People have ever fainted with fear
at the roaring of the waves

 

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Posted in Photos, Poetry

Conquest (An Affair)

Walk
(No, run)
straight into that freight train
that is your fear
embracing it full
wrestling it to the ground with
lustful wildness
until it is subdued
until it is your own
do not release it
lest it run from you
returning tamed
unpeppered


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