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He Is The Breaking Wheel
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He Is The Breaking Wheel One slender and grey morning This lonely dove was captured Framed in my bedroom window The crisp outline of her body as she lifted, Foreshadowing some divine Elevation - My needle danced into my new woolen kirtle... Like that dove, climbing up Out of the cloudy weave, I see the trail of the Tread, nimble and precise My fingers, trained To travel care-free and Exhaustive Even as my mind strains round and round Sparking, catching... Igniting... Sparking, catching... Igniting... Embers rise up too. My arms grow weary, I stretch and shift... The light this time of day Challenges my vision And the thread blurs Twilight claiming Victory over The ivy of my embroidery Pear trees stand on our hill, Filled with the glow of sunset, Crowning them from behind Tomorrow I am taken. I am not fearful My Lord I am not crying My Lord For He shall kiss my eyelids and lick the salt trembling yet I will breath slowly My body shall open (moist, a pear halved - revealing her seed) open open Until - I too shall rise like That grey dove and those crackling sparks Consumed by the sky. ---- Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?" -Alexander Pope ---- The Catherine wheel is a type of firework consisting of a powder-filled spiral tube, or an angled rocket mounted with a pin through its centre. When ignited, it rotates quickly, producing a display of sparks and coloured flame. The firework is named after the instrument of torture, the breaking wheel, on which, legend has it, St. Catherine was martyred. In Malta, Catherine wheels are very popular, and in Maltese, they call them "Irdieden". The most known place for Catherine wheels is Haz-Zebbug, where they fill a whole road with them, from small wheels, to large, complex gear work. Different types of wheels - including "timed," "gearwork," and "simple" - last for different durations. One type of Catherine wheel arrangement is the 'five-wheel piece', which consists of four wheels placed in a form of a cross, and one in the middle. Another type is the 'star piece', which is usually big (4 metres in diameter) and 8 or 10 shaped diamonds rotate on a base, which create an opening and closing star effect. --- The breaking wheel was also known as a great dishonor, and appeared in several expressions as such. In Dutch, there is the expression opgroeien voor galg en rad, "to grow up for the gallows and wheel", meaning to come to no good. It is also mentioned in the Spanish expression morir en la rueda, "to die at the wheel", meaning to keep silent about something. The Dutch phrases ik ben geradbraakt, literally "I have been broken on the wheel", the German expression sich gerädert fühlen, "to feel wheeled", and the Swedish verb rådbråka, "to break on the wheel", all carry a meaning of exhaustion or mental exertion. In Danish, however, the similar word "radbrækket" refers almost exclusively to physical exhaustion. In Finnish teilata, "to execute by the wheel", refers to forceful and violent critique or rejection of performance, ideas or innovations. In Norwegian, the verb radbrekke is generally applied to art and language, and refers to use thereof which is seen as despoiling tradition and courtesy, with connotations of willful ignorance and/or malice. The word roué, "dissipated debauchee", is French, and its original meaning was "broken on the wheel". As execution by breaking on the wheel in France and some other countries was reserved for crimes of peculiar atrocity, roué came by a natural process to be understood to mean a man morally worse than a "gallows-bird", a criminal who only deserved hanging for common crimes. He was also a leader in wickedness, since the chief of a gang of brigands (for instance) would be broken on the wheel. -from Wikipedia ---- Sainte Catherine, soyez bonne Nous n'avons plus d'espoir qu'en vous Vous êtes notre patronne Ayez pitié de nous Nous vous implorons à genoux Aidez-nous à nous marier Pitié, donnez-nous un époux Car nous brûlons d'aimer Daignez écouter la prière De nos cœurs fortement épris Oh, vous qui êtes notre mère Donnez-nous un mari Saint Catherine be good We have no hope but you You are our protector Have pity on us We implore you on our knees Help us to get married For pity's sake, give us a husband For we're burning with love Deign to hear the prayer Which comes from our overburdened hearts Oh you who are our mother Give us a husband -from "fisheaters" (a Catholic website informing worshipers of customs and traditions within their faith) Image: Bernardo Cavallino (1616–1656) "Saint Catherine of Alexandria"       |
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For He shall kiss my eyelids and lick the salt ... I've had someone do that for me. It was one of the most moving, erotic experiences of my life. MT
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For He shall kiss my eyelids and lick the salt ... I've had someone do that for me. It was one of the most moving, erotic experiences of my life. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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 Yeah ya shoe-creamer. I did find it. Eventually. Do you want this back? MT
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I can indeed. Geeze. Remind me not to poke a frog with a pointy stick. Squish. And I am not a guy, nor a gay guy - as you full well and right know, DD. Don't cha know these are all poems about ME. ME ME. ME ME. ME. No need to be a pill. E/MT
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Dearest DD, ...sweetie....honey... (gentle sigh) All my entire blog is the voice of women in myth, history, and fairy tales. Silly froggy. Only exception is "Icarus" and even that is really in the voice of myself addressing Icarus. PS How the fuck are you? MT
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You've done it again, MT. I particularly like the rhythm of "Sparking, catching, igniting . . ." like a wheel . . . And the unbelievable sensual imagery of, "My body shall open (moist, a pear halved - revealing her seed)". Wow . . . beautiful. I wasn't familiar with St. Catherine of Alexandria so of course I had to google her. Thanks for opening my mind and my eyes to these new-found friends. nb And as to the pear, I am glad that came off that way. I also like the idea of repeating the motifs of harvest and fire we see in the others, oh and windows. I will do maybe Saint Ann and maybe Saint Martha, and then I'm all done I think. MT
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