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.
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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.
Two of my favorites. People who haven't suffered are boring.
ReplyDeleteI know that final couplet all too well.
ReplyDeletethat penultimate stanza is superb, Jen ~
Love what you captured from the image and text.... and it seems like every tragic love story ever wriiten
ReplyDeleteYour title is a little poem on its own, Jennifer, and your gently surprising opening line hooked me; I love a melancholy poet’s garden, Rumours, the allusion to van Gogh and the ‘whispering of blue firs hanging like shadows’.
ReplyDeleteJennifer...this is so powerful...it gripped me, especially after fighting with my own effort, cause your opening seemed to lead off it. I actually deleted 'Rumours' from my playlist the other day, as the nostalgia felt just too much, and the van Goph reference suddenly just came strongly ..a reminder...blue fire..really this is quite a piece...am still reeling I think.
ReplyDeleteA pair of nuggets there of the transcendent nougat held fleetingly forever ... such a tender and feral poem, Jennifer.
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