"The sound and slack of it passed through me like gratitude."

-Seamus Heaney / © Mark W. Ó Brien 2016

Yolk of sun breaks as an incendiary inaugurates clouds of deregulated soot. Yolk of light runs energy above base overshadowed land. Fog shrouds lies. Lines ride into a black gathering storm. A million pink hats bloom: our sea of amber waves. Beloved mountain knows no boundaries of nation race gender religion; only its own: nature’s notch on the horizon. Peaking Obamaian blues. Purple majesties. Beneath roiling yolk, power lines—short the Western staff—spark a new song.

sun yolk tossed above cast iron skillet

bursting flame on

people march march

"Theseus had his thread, I have my mountain, and it reaches out to me."

© Mark W. Ó Brien 2016

~

Dawn Marar, a Hudson Valley Writers Guild board member was the recipient of the 2016 Steven A. DiBiase Poetry Prize.

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UnknownMarch 13, 2017 at 9:07 PM
Oh. my. word. Love this writer - she uses words the way I feel them.
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About this blog:

For years I have been taking pictures of the Mountain/Hill that dwarfs the little hamlet in which I live. To date I have taken hundreds of images.

From my limited knowledge of Mohawk I have created a new name for Bennett Hill. I have done so because after taking hundreds of photographs of it, living in its presence for years, I have a fondness for and a curtain reverence of it that the current name does not impart or embody for me.

Because this was once Mahican land that was lost to the Mohawks after their war in the 1600s local indigenous names for locations are few. What there are are descriptive names given by the Mohawks when transacting the locations sale on documents such as the Slingerlands Patent for the purpose of indicating boundaries.

At some point over the years the outline and shape began to resemble the Haudenosaunee invention of a craddleboard to me. So, following the formula indicated on the Slingerlands patent I have researched, found and created what I feel to be an expectable and useable Haudenosaunee compound word that I have begun to refer to it as.

From Ononta: meaning Hill and Kahrhon: meaning Craddleboard: I grammatically gathered the two as a compound Mohawk word creating: Ononta'kahrhon. Meaning: Craddleboard Hill.

Pronounced: Ononta-kahr-hon.

This idea was inspired by the work of Katsushika Hokusai's woodcut series "36 Views Of Mount Fiji." I would like at some point in the near future to collect 36 of the best captures in a short run hand bound Art quality book entitled: "36 views of Ononta'kahrhon." (Craddleboard Hill.)

The format will be 71/2 x 14 perfect bound with a photo on the right and a Haibun on the left facing page. I would like to have 36 of photos and 36 Haibuns by various poets to accompany these photos.

Mark~

Monday, March 13, 2017

"Cross Border." by Dawn Marar

"The sound and slack of it passed through me like gratitude." -Seamus Heaney / © Mark W. Ó Brien 2016

"Theseus had his thread, I have my mountain, and it reaches out to me." © Mark W. Ó Brien 2016 ~ Dawn Marar, a Hudson Valley Writers Guild board member was the recipient of the 2016 Steven A. DiBiase Poetry Prize.

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"The sound and slack of it passed through me like gratitude."

-Seamus Heaney / © Mark W. Ó Brien 2016

"Theseus had his thread, I have my mountain, and it reaches out to me."

© Mark W. Ó Brien 2016

~

Dawn Marar, a Hudson Valley Writers Guild board member was the recipient of the 2016 Steven A. DiBiase Poetry Prize.