Saturday, July 30, 2016

On A Wing

On a Wing
Photograph by J. Binford-Bell

Icarus flew
Soaring on the early light
lifted by the currents of change
lighted by hope dawning.

 Icarus fell
the sun's rays
melted the wax
of hope.

Icarus fell
to the rigid earth
unyielding reality of status quo
no hope cushioned his landing.

But Icarus
flew
for a time
and they cheered.

J. Binford-Bell
July 2016


Thank you, Senator Bernie Sanders, for giving us hope for at least a brief moment.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Another Option














The college convened
Their duty before them
Validate a monarch
Or preserve
The republic
He would destroy.


Never before
Such a clear choice.
Never before
Such dire consequences
Not either or
But none of the above.

Nobody spoke
They milled around
Like cattle in a stock yard.
Sheep being led
To slaughter
Through a gate of their choosing.

Peter Brown
Someone yelled
Who is he
Another replied.
Me, one of the milling sheep replied
I am Peter Brown.

Who are you?
Several asked in one voice.
Nobody, Peter Brown answered
Red or Blue
The condemned
Wanted to know.

Brown, Peter answered.
Silence reigned
Even the milling ceased
All in favor
A voice in their midst asked
All said aye.

And that is how
We came to live
In this White house
On a green lawn
Peter Brown said
To the yellow press.

Jacqui Binford-Bell
July 2016

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Who's The Fool?



A Tale of Three

A clown, a crone, a scribe
One seeking consent
another a coronation
the third a rewriting
of a dark future.

The Clown and the Crone
engage in battle royal
each creating
new ways to cheat
the Scribe counted coup.

The Clown laughed
as he stirred the pot
a witches brew
an evil stew
nothing new.

The Crone crowed
my turn, mine
texted hexes
denied accusations
as crones would do.

The Scribe smiled
pointing out the truth
a bird landed
on the speech
upon the podium.

The crowd was not appeased
they wanted blood
they cowered
when the Crone cackled
You must follow me.

To the cliff they went
The Clown flipping somersaults
The scribe numbling no, no, no
The Crone yelling
I am your savior.

Who's the fool?

J. Binford-Bell
July 2016

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Tale of Two Parties



They met again
another battle
in a continuing war.

A war so long
everyone had forgotten 
why they fought.

The peasants cheered
and threw gold coins
they could not afford.

And then a girl
asked why
they fought.

For the good
of the people
her father answered.

Nothing gets better
And we are poor
because of this war.

Everyone stopped
the people of both sides
Walked away.

J.Binford-Bell July 2016

Friday, July 22, 2016

At a Loss for Words

Reflections in a Still Pond

July, friends and I at a Chamber of Commerce event were noting, is entirely too busy. And once, I am told, nothing other than the 4th happened in July in Angel Fire. And we were not the community which had parades or fund raisers for the fire department or set off the fireworks. Those were Red River, Wheeler Peak, and Eagle Nest. So an effort was made to fill the calendar. I do believe we have created a monster.

It was only the 22nd, just after the garden tour, and those of us making our command appearances at the ribbon cutting for the newest Texas owned business in our New Mexico mountain town were already looking all in. Nine more days to go. This weekend is the High Country Arts and Crafts Fair in Eagle Nest. Some of us will no doubt attend. I am staying home. And I confess I did not do the garden tour either. I was tending to my own garden. And celebrating my new camera. And culling through emails requesting my involvement at events into September.

Some years back it occurred to me I could not do it all. So I carefully chose what events I was willing to support by attending or volunteering. Still people seem to believe I am involved in all of them. I was thanked last night for attending something at the library. I nodded but hadn't a clue. I think I went to bed early. I slipped out the back door early on last night's obligation. I had a sunset to attend with camera.

Artists require quiet time. Not a lot of that in July unless you slip away. Camera and me are making plans for Sunday. My excuse is my new photo blog for the on line version of the Sangre de Cristo Chronicle. But I just really need time to myself. And not at my house or studio where the To do List sits abandoned because of all the busy obligations of July. I have not even blogged here since June. Where, oh where did quiet June go?

Clouds' Illusions

My head has become filled with the polite things to say. My heart filled with fear I will forget my lines. My soul empty of inspiration. I need to hide myself away like the Cheshire Cat. Sorry, but Miss Binford-Bell sends her regrets.