Imagine a world Where united humans strive together Towards the common goal Caring for each and every individual Taking care of our home Taking steps to clean up the chaos we made Working towards a healthy planet and evolving humanity
Imagine a world where small factions make war Commit genocide over scarce resources Clean water, arable land A world where whole nations are wiped off the map Where continents worth of people Flee a raging planet
We live in solitude, we three Three for one and one for three You will think us an apparition, you’ll see
Lives run by magic and moon Moon and magic sees us identical to humdrum brain loon Only a loon they say Sees witches on a moonless day
Just a platitude, that we can time fold We are not centuries old Just an old tale Again, and again re-told
Our roots run deep Deep down where shared memory sleep We feel the gravity of your leap Need to renew, to wonder keep
Like the canary in the mine Mine and your soul is on the line Soul locked in a dark cage, let it fly free – soar On inspiration dine Lore by unique poet voices shine
We are the circle of mother, maiden, crone In the circle we the Goddess intone She steers our lives with wisdom felt deep in the bone
The three witches appeared through my pen when I started writing poetry. They are free, headstrong characters that sometimes have their way with me. You can also find them in December Moon. Witches brew and Yesteryear Cheer.
I owe thanks for my inspiration to Kerry, without her prompts I wouldn’t have managed this, to Björn who showed how it should be done. And to Terry Pratchett for writing hilarious and thought provoking witches.
Fallen through the cracks Into Betwixt and between places All gaps minded studiously Never quite sure when the destination is neverwhere
Depression and despair ruled deep and dark as the fathoms in twenty thousand leagues under the seas filled with Krakens and Leviathans Monsters to haunt my night-time Phantoms to stalk the corners of my eyes
Serendipitously you found me Lost in abusive fog Never finding the way through The mists of Avalon My compass lacked self-belief Trust that there is a way out
Caring compassionate heart Connecting soul deep Broke isolation Intense passionate eyes Lighting a flame snuffed long ago Accepting and believing Encouraging and positive Slowly rekindling hope Another vision of life
Now, the path is still obscured But there is a way I hold dear our time The way your eyes never left mine Until I saw me as you saw me When I stumble and falter The belief and strength you showed in me keeps me steady Toiling along with newfound hope
Neverwhere– One of the first book I read in English, and one I re-read many times. Along with most other books by one of my all time favorites Neil Gaiman.
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas – probably one of the first science fiction book I ever read and fell in love with. I still have my Swedish copy from the 1980s with reprints of the original illustrations.
I’d never thought I’d mention MBZ in negative terms, since The Mists of Avalon was so momentous to me, both in spiritual, personal, feminism ways and learning to read English to get access to all those science fiction and fantasy book out there. But such is the times we live in. This article has a spot on description of my reaction of first laying eyes on the book, and also shares my ambiguity on what to think about it now.
I really don’t have time to write, but my muse disagreed and I ended up losing sleep instead. :-)
Even I who only found the garden a third of a year ago is sad to see it end, but thankful it will remain as an archive for inspirations for years to come.
Happy new year everyone!
Can anyone point me in the direction of other inspiring prompts?
Call upon whatever power you desire Divine or human higher self to suit your taste Go at it with heart, mind, soul Hope, work, pray For humanity to unite Evolve beyond ego Merge into a planet-wide tribe of caring individuals Remember the wisdom All that which makes us unique, special Are that which unites us We are all different, but the same All wholly unique and one part of a long continuum No person alone can save us all Together we can save ourselves
I’ve written quite a few pieces all-ready about the environmental disaster we’re facing, and not showing much hope, so thanks for making me go in a more hopeful direction.
I wonder what he’d say He’d who imagined Of our world with never ending wars Tyrants and fanatics Run by Mammon’s disciples Steering us straight towards environmental disaster
I wonder what he’d say He who imagined Of our splintered, screen-addicted, short-sighted, divisive world Where dreamers dream the same But ego rules supreme The dream seems further away than ever
You and I were never more than a fantasy within a dream A great whirlwind romance never felt with swelling hearts A happily ever after never built with loves first blush Or eyes shared all those unlived futures Our kisses said all those unsaid endearments Our bodies revelled in a taste of unfelt passions In trust we shared our inner minds Honesty the means to experience another reality Apart now yet connected I will love you in the darkness of soul
Written for Sannas’s prompt ~ May the fire in our hearts keep burning as though there is no end ~ Our challenge is to write a Landay (or a series of Landai) on a subject matter of our liking. “It’s a traditional Afghan form which consists of a single couplet. There are nine syllables in the first line and thirteen syllables in the second. These short poems typically address themes of love, grief, homeland, war, and separation.”
There was also a link to this very interesting article ~ Landays.
I will definitely experience more with this form and read more about the subject!
Preparations for the last full moon abounds Where we let the Midwinter darkness fall Then light return with a fair singing maiden Her clear voice and it’s adoration turns our eyes upon the star It’s light compelling us to contemplate the birth-death-rebirth of the fisher king Yearly reminder to shed the old and start anew
Written for Kerry’s prompt on Real Toads ~ Art FLASH! / 55 in December. 55 words without the title. Read my first contribution to this double feature prompt here.
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