Cashwells / Digital Photo Club‘Spoke the Mansion’ and Other Poetry by Alexander King Ream The Society September 25, 2019 Beauty, Poetry 5 Comments Spoke the Mansion All around be the space of a halcyon day, Some salon where discussion meets wine and croquet; There are salads of crab, on the sun-mottled court For my gracious old neighbor, the stone-crafted fort. I Heard the Geese I heard the geese go flying by, In succession, crying high, Amid the early Autumn frais, At Summer’s end before the day. O turning year of liminal; O burning clear ephemeral. frais: French for “cool” Stranger within the Gates Who would I house in my basement, If things came to push and to shove, With food and a bed, never mind rent, Just who would I welcome in love? By nature I follow the Dutch, Corrie and Betsey and such, I’ve read “Schindler’s List” several times, And heard across leagues, across climes, That attitudes travel, and blow; And should an extreme crisis grow, How can I not share my place? A light in the gloam, and a space. Of Sweat and of Sleep last day, Virginia wine harvest Oil and water that spring from within Surpass an anointing upon my dry skin. Natural somnolence, working till done Is better than drinking from 9 until 1. Humbleness, thriftiness: things that are free And beat a short shrift by what’s costly to me. Alexander King Ream, formerly known under the penname Neal Dachstadter, is a poet living in Tennessee. His work has been printed in Decanto Poetry Magazine (UK), Western Viewpoints and Poetic Images: the Great American West (Woodinville, Washington), Society of Classical Poets Journal 2015 (Mt Hope, New York), Rocky Point Times (Puerto Peñasco, Mexico) and The Lyric (Jericho, Vermont). A member of the Demosthenian Literary Society at the University of Georgia, he deployed to Hawija, then wrote on Lookout Mountain, continuing with Delta Kappa Epsilon International. Berkeley, Ann Arbor, and Athens encouraged him as a writer. In 2015 he wrote in Arizona at Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument five miles north of Mexico. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 5 Responses Sally Cook September 26, 2019 The wild geese were always a ritual with my mother; She understood the wild, and the turning of the earth. Thanks so much for reminding me of it with your lovely poem. Reply C.B. Anderson September 27, 2019 Almost, but not quite. Though “Natural somnolence, working till done/Is better than drinking from 9 until 1.” is an extremely funny couplet. These poems, for the most part, lack a consistent metrical structure and are rhetorically incondite. Reply Monty September 29, 2019 Trust CB to come up with the one word which – in its purest adjectival form – could not be bettered by any other word to describe the above pieces . . . “incondite”. Reply Edward "Ted" Hayes September 29, 2019 Mr. Ream, Here is a comment by a rank amateur. “Spoke the Mansion” is wonderful, lackng neither in meter nor rhyme. But the second one my understanding fails: You heard the geese go flying by – and this, “before the day” has begun? Do geese fly by, honking, at night? “Liminal” I take it refers to the border between summer and fall – or is it between night and day? Couldn’t be the latter – this takes place “before the day.” And this: “liminal” is not really a rhyme with “ephemeral,” alhough sound-alike is fair enough; but why is any of the action described – the sound of geese overhead, or border of day/night or summer/fall, ephemeral? Help me, I am no critic. Reply Monty October 2, 2019 . . help us all. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.