The Oracle gave me the enigmatic title first and then two seemingly disparate messages. The messages reminded me of these word collages I did for the Kick About challenge which used the posters of Saul Bass as inspiration.
we long to become wild starsailors–
embraced by oceans of healing night–
opened inside out and flying
words bleed into air
voices die surrounded by need
hard to breathe
who listens to our dark and broken hearts?
when the hidden clue
is fluctuating between
sinister truth and the vestiges
of myth
haunted by an inferno of blood
shattered by grief–
why this needless danse macabre?
if you follow fate far away to the return of time
understand
that the passage into prophecy and myth
is final
K. 
They are both so enigmatic and ominous! Following fate becomes not just the normal path, it comes with a warning.
How strange that you got the ring fingers too. For me it’s a symbol of giving in to fate, handing oneself over. That idea works in this context.
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It does. I’ve been having dreams with the same atmosphere. The other night I was awoken from a dream by an (evidently) dream knock on the door. My daughter was sound asleep and the apartment and street were silent. And the dream was gone. I feel like the Oracle was hovering, making sure I didn’t finish it for some reason. The world is very in-between and we are feeling it. Perhaps it’s a warning not to give in, to resist.
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That’s strange. Definitely something from inside your imagination reaching into the real world for a reason. Too many dreams like that could be unsettling. Don’t give in to whatever they’re whispering.
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I won’t.
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This feels prophetic. And those dreams you’re having, including a dream knock. Wild!
Like you and Jane, my first attempt–not posted–was ominous. We both had ghosts, but mine are more benign.
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A warning, and then some reassurance it seems…
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Yes–well, the Oracle doesn’t like to be without some hope.
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She doesn’t.
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Oh–also. One of your posts the other–maybe Thursday doors? I couldn’t access it. I kept getting an error message.
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WP is really acting up for me. Colleen also seems to be having a lot of trouble. I can’t comment on lots of posts at all, and it keeps making me log in multiple times even to access my own blog. The “happiness engineers” are taking no responsibility…
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I saw Colleen was having problems, and I think it was the same day.
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wow, Kerfe… this is the sort of language I could imagine the Oracle at Delphi imparting to her visitors… It’s so ominous…
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It is indeed. I’ll be thinking about it for awhile.
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Love this so much. Great title. 💜
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Thanks Charlotte.
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Hauntingly prophetic words from The Oracle!
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Thanks Ingrid. I don’t always understand all of the Oracle’s messages. I’m still thinking about this one.
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That last stanza is incredibly resonant. The Oracle may not always be clear but she’s found a powerful channel in you. And I love the spectral overlapping hands in the two collages.
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Thanks Sun. Sometimes clarity is not necessary I think.
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Very dramatic poems, both. I particularly like the image of the starsailor and the sense of dreams as oceanic. It will probably be some time before you discover what the poems mean in regard to your own thoughts. But their expression of enduring and universal emotions is quite powerful.
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Thanks Aletha. It often takes me awhile to understand the messages that appear in my written words. But they have an effect even beyond what they mean.
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Hi Kerfe, these two poems have a slightly creepy and sinister undertone for me. They are very vivid and sensational. I like to think of the past as a friend I can visit at will.
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I agree that these have dark undertones. I’m not sure that I see the past as either positive or negative. But of course my memory becomes more tangled and blurred with each passing year.
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