Sonnet of the Wishing Stone
If I were rain, and on your earth could rain
If I were a candle, could light your way
If I were fire, could set your bed aflame
If I were a pen, could write on your page
If I were sky, carmine blue
If I were desert, scorpion yellow
If I were stone, heavy black
If I were water, froth white
If I were a soul, if I could fly, a bird
If I were flesh, if I could swell, the sea
If I were body, if I could blow, the wind
If I were mist, could drop upon you, morning
If I were cloud, descend to your world, evening
If I were a candle, could expire inside you, night.
poet: Enis Batur
translated: Cas Stockford
at DAM, Istanbul, September 2016
"Of all the traits ascribed to salamanders, the ones relating to fire have stood out most prominently. This connection probably originates from a behavior common to many species of salamander: hibernating in and under rotting logs. When wood was brought indoors and put on the fire, the creatures "mysteriously" appeared from the flames. The 16th-century Italian artist Benvenuto Cellini (1500–1571) famously recalled witnessing just such an appearance as a child in his autobiography."
"If Salamander has crept across your path;
Salamander is asking you if your are using your time wisely. It is important to make the best use of your time and to balance the opportunities that are available to us. Know that you have the ability to make the adjustments necessary in order to seize the moment.
Alternatively the appearance of this amphibian heralds transformation. It also announces assistance with this change from a source somewhere outside of ourselves. This could be either through an unexpected person or unique resource. This assistance is temporary and will only stay as long as needed." [Sources: Spirit Animal Totems, Wikipedia.] 🦎
“As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
― Pablo Neruda
As through the poplar’s gusty spire
The March wind sweeps and sings,
I sit beside the hollow fire,
And dream familiar things;
Old memories wake, faint echoes make
A murmur of dead Springs…
“Long Ago,” in Chambers’s Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art
Conducted by William and Robert Chambers, 1868