Once again this photo prompt is eerie in its synchronicity. The other day I listened to a podcast that mentioned a book I haven’t thought of in years. Tried to find it, to no avail. Then this photo, that touches upon the book, my thoughts, my insights… Everything swirling around right now, due to my intense meditation schedule. So I searched for the book again. Without finding it. Tomorrow I’ll head to the attic to search some more…
This poem is dedicated to my oldest child. Who asked me today as I took pictures of the moon if I ever wrote about the moon and werewolves. I told him I’ve written plenty about the full moon and some pieces about wolves. But so far nothing about werewolves.
Mind still on yesterday’s turning prompt. I ended up with another Sonnet.
Christine O’ConnorIs an artist working in glass, metal, fibre and paint. Sometimes her work is based on photographs, but more often, she creates in the moment. She loves to play with texture and colour.
Mummified alive by cobwebs of lies and deceit Numbed until she couldn’t see it Spider poison talking in her ears Corroded until her heart knew new only fear Hiding within a surreptitious poised shell Her soul walked the cold and lonely paths of hell In concentric circles further and further away from herself Until one day a peddler in a wolf pelt Traded a scarlet apple for a rhyme One bite, her being rang with creative passions chime Hands writing forbidden poetry until frozen fingers paper crumble Feets choreographing forms until they bled and stumble There is nowhere for the petite rodent to hide her bright light Her pointy shoes rap-tap-ratting in their flight She sings with newly found voice Creative suffering my life choice For love I’ll walk through fire Reify my heart’s hidden desires Travel from dark nadir to bright zenith Rise from the ashes like a newborn Phoenix
There really wasn’t time. Right now I should socialize and talk the night away. Instead I’m alone, polishing the last poem of the year. I felt it important to write one last piece. A piece of rebirth and renewal. So I searched for inspiration and found it in #skyloverwordlist.