The Hunting Horn*


Sound the horn,

Hail the hounds,

The hunt is underway.


Sound the horn, hail, hail,

A herald to the horses,

The hunt is underway.


Hear the mystical horn

Drift and carry, horses thunder, hounds bay.

Hear the sonorous horn,

Wild, whimsical, and forlorn.


Listen to the hunting horn

Ride the wind to call the day.

Hail, hail, the hunt is underway.


          Horicon Marsh*


Chicory blue sky at the edges

Arcing up to a Bluebell vault.

A background of bird calls and wind

Hints at the expanse within.


A hidden habitat explored

Via a glittering trail

Bordered by Black Willow and Cottonwood

Amongst endless cat tails.


Quick glimpses of swallows, blackbirds, and waxwings

With flyovers by herons, cormorants, and pelicans.

Each an ambassador

Of how many, one can only wonder.

      Ocean Vision*


At the beach,

I run and play and splash

And carry-on,

But you would notice that

In amongst it all,

I spend a lot of time

Looking out at sea,

Scanning the horizon,

Staring at nothing

That you can see.

I could be watching for a ship,

Or just marveling at the ocean,

But it's so much more than that.


You see, way out there,

Under that seagull

About twenty feet down,

There are a couple of dolphins

Swimming playfully.


And way over there,

Under that wave

Down at the bottom,

There's a sunken galleon

With hidden treasure.


And all the way out there,

On the horizon

Under that cloud,

There's a blue whale

Resting peacefully.


Prove to me there isn't.

   Traded Places; Traded Views*


The sunset glazed

A plum pink cast

On Lake Michigan

Under a water blue sky

Paisleyed with coral cloud.


Each became the other,

Illuminated, majestic

And then back again.

Sky and Lake Michigan,

Lake Michigan and sky.


        -- Poem and painting first published in the Blue Heron Review, Issue 2 Summer/2014

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Modern Mermaid


When manatees were mermaids,

Mermaids were once

Iridescent and mysterious,

A haunting wisp of sea-tale.


But manatees were found,

And our ancient mermaid lost.

No more shining mystery,

Or silken hair, or sparkle fish tail.


How about then a modern mermaid?

Liaison in place of siren

With bronzed hair and a dolphin tail,

Or a soothing voice, or wild white wings -


Or whatever it takes to touch base

​And bridge space.


         -- Poem published in the "5th Year Anniversary Bards Against Hunger Anthology" by Local Gems Press, NY, 2017.


*Indicates associated painting in the Art Portfolio.

     Underground Railroad*


Hidden away underground,

Essentially held tied and bound.

Silenced, threatened, invisible.

 

Wait - dreamers are dancers, improvising.

Mental pirouettes and plies

Allow escape to arabesque days.

 

Hope is a powerful choreographer

Staging scenes for a future dance,

Crafting encores from risk and chance.

 

Hidden away underground,

But really not

Tied and bound.

Selected Poems by HCJH

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          Fireworks


Flash and dazzle

Razz-a-ma-tazz

Sash and razzle

Sizzle and jazz.


Comets with crackle

Shimmering chandelier

Fleeting, falling sparkle

Hang low then disappear.


Brilliant white boomer

Shining, shooting star

Circle, swirl, and swagger

Mesmerizing near and far.


Flash and dazzle

Razz-a-ma-tazz

Sash and razzle

Sizzle and jazz.




              History*


How is yesterday remembered?

​     A thought written down,

     An image captured,

​     A stanza replayed.

A Rosetta Scroll for memory.


​"Once upon a time, when people still believed in magic, they gave their art to the ages.  Later ages study those arts to see back in time as if by magic."

                          -Translation of Phoenician script                                       from Rosetta Scroll, oil painting.


Certain arts endure.

​Left; behind or because?

​A record, a story, a message?

So then ancient yesterdays are interpreted for           remembrance.

Our way to "know" a people.

Our history or theirs?




artist ~ poet             aqua art ideas

Heidi C.J.Hallett

    Cleopatra VII (69 BCE - 30 BCE)*


Pearls for diamonds

Pharaohs for kings

Isis for Athena and Aphrodite


A world away,

The rest held in awe and sway.

Where cats reign supreme

Surpassed only by the Goddess Queen.


And still we search over 2,000 years

For her hopes and dreams and thoughts and fears.