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Anticipation

The shell that holds lifeImage result for seedling

A seed pushing up from the frozen soil

The cloud heavy with rain

Light in the darkness

A shy  child approaching  with a question

A ship on the horizon.

The promise of change

That each night’s sleep may bring.

The pulse of hope is felt in the silence

“What if” replaces “never.”

Dichotomy

Under Grecian archesImage result for Ballet Studio At The Opera In Rue Le Peletier, 1872

The flourish of tulle fills the empty spaces

Virginal white.

Music box dancers

Dreaming of more.

Posture, alignment, discipline and flexibility

En pointe with the whim of the instructor.

The cane is not just for show.

A stranger has arrived,

Heavy with the weight of responsibility;

Indifferent to the art,

He will choose

The coquettish smile.

Image result for Ballet Studio At The Opera In Rue Le Peletier, 1872

Fate

Image result for women who knit in the revolution

We dream

As we create.

The muse whispers.

World evolves in orderly patterns;

Chaotic

Mysterious

To the dreamer.

Through the stitches:

Philosophy, art,

God,

Goddess,

Void,

Science,

Love, indifference,

Joy, disappointment.

Life

Unfolds.

Cast off.

Let it go.

Survive failure.

Pull the weave out and start again.

Learn patience.

Begin again.

Cuprum

In a dream she had seen it,

“Go into the womb of earth”

She said

“The Creator stores toolsImage result for storytelling by firelight art

Underground.”

With respectful silence

They doubted her

And returned to their beds.

 

In the Hum of change,

the season shifted to fall.

 

Four women returned

Wide eyed

Laughing.

Everyone watched

As they walked

to the old woman’s hut

and kneeled.

Emptying one basket

Onto the ground:

Image result for ancient copper artefacts

Shining rocks

Like embers in a fire.

 

The wise woman appeared

From the door of her hut.

Supported by her grandchildren,

Puppet-like.

Innocent child on either side.

Words fell away,

The village waited for

Something

Anything .

Meaning.

The sound of fighting

Dogs,

The curious caw of a raven,

Whispering  leaves;

Nature’s ululation.

“What does it mean?”

A voice

Cut through the silence

Like profanity.

Clearing her throat

The old woman

Began to laugh,

“You create.”

 

 

 

 

 

Verdant

Think of me

With a deep inhale:Image result for victorian factory workers

When the sun rises

Between the columns of the Cathedral.

Smelling the foggy morning

Factory smoke mingled dew.

Bread fresh

In the hours before dawn,

Waiting for the tired housemaid.

With soft touch:

Brushing past the

Oak in Kensal Green;

Waiting in my best dress.

Apple ripe-

Sharp

Like a razor.

Taste of the market in fall

Tinged with green.

Transitions

The body;IMG_8555

Musk-rich

Illuminated with a promise of

Ripe fruit;

Ground for exploration,

And time.

Replaced by wonder;

A child’s playground.

Prisms dance

And warmth is sacred.

Memories of

Womb-rich wonder

Mingled with hot chocolate.

Sitting by the fire

life

After the frost

Is love.IMG_8555

Calliope

It was the brush of the airerato_monte_calvo

The smell of apples

The dance of chimes.

She whispered a greeting

And your breath stopped;

You either  give yourself to the feeling.

Or accept the rust.

 

 

Transparency

The spider’s weave your storyImage result for free images of cobweb in the attic

At night,

In the attic.

Caught in the moonlight,

The prisms dance.

The roofer walks

Into the web;

Finding holes under shingles.

He was scheduled.

Your first kiss;

Gossamer threads.

Entwined in his hands.

 

Scrutiny

“It is all I have,”Image result for woman's handgold ring  palm up

she said.

Her hand;

Palm open to scrutiny.

The ring;

A buoy .

“Hmm” he said,

“Not near enough.”

He lied.

Casting

The wax simmered;Image

Feral with the

Scent of change.

She hummed

As she worked;

Distant and aware.

She tapped the mass,

Once finished,

It was a wonder.

First batch;

Her creation;

A dream.

She sighed as the sun rested his shiny head.

“It has begun.” She whispered.

“The spell

Is charged.”

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