Tuesday, April 29, 2025

Stevie and Vincent (the Gold Dust Woman and the Redheaded Madman)

 


The Poet’s Garden

is lit with black fire, melancholy,

and a brushstroke break

turning lover’s faces to ash.

 

Just ask le fou roux

or the gold dust woman.

 

Remember Rumours?

Maybe we love it because in our own ways

we’ve lived it, too—as if our own heartwrecks

had been written like birdsong

 

sounding so good

we want to cut off our own ear

to keep it

 

safe from another’s melody—

or to present it,

bound and bloody, to a lover as a reminder

 

never to forget the whispering

of blue firs

hanging like shadows—

and fleeting, like the holding of hands,

 

before we stopped dreaming

of tomorrow.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

NaPoWriMo Day 29:  write a poem inspired by the life of a musician, poet, or other artist.  I’ve written a mash-up inspired by Stevie Nicks and Vincent Van Gogh.

dVerse Poetics:  Getting Hooked on Opening Lines

 

The Poet’s Garden (Public Garden with Couple and Blue Fir Tree) was painted by Van Gogh in 1888.  Photo © Jennifer Wagner from my copy of Essential Van Gogh.

In 2020, Rolling Stone ranked Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours album number seven of the 500 greatest of all time.

“Le Fou Roux” (The Redheaded Madman) was a nickname given to Vincent Van Gogh by the townspeople of Arles.

“Gold Dust Woman” is the title of a song from the Rumours album as well as the title of a biography of Stevie Nicks.

 


Monday, April 28, 2025

A Cherry Blossom Fell Among the Silver Firs

 

It fell so early.  Or late, depending on how you look at it.  We’d not lived in the house for a full year, but storms don’t wait until you’re settled.  At least not in my experience.  By comparison, it wasn’t as dramatic as the enormous fir to clip our roof when it went down.  But I mourned it more, that cherry blossom.  It was so cheery and hopeful, and I really needed that.  But, I learned, as storm winds blow, petals float, refresh like dew, and make way for new things to grow. 

 

dropping like tears

cherry blossom petals

nourish seeds for tomorrow

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

For dVerse Haibun Monday

Day 28 NPM

 

Sunday, April 27, 2025

New Kiss

 

Forget the old—

 

there’s no time

like the present,

and no place

 

like the honeycomb-home

of your lips.  Lick

those ruby reds—

 

meet mine, glossed,

sugar-frost

-ed,

 

and salt me

with your wizardry

of bliss.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

Poem-A-Day 27:  title a poem “New (blank)”

Poetic Bloomings:  write a “Forget (blank)” poem