I woke up this morning thinking of Sue Vincent. The words the Oracle gave me reflect that. She must have been in my dream, although all I remember is the ending which had snow and bright yellow dogs.
The art I was drawn to when looking through the archives for something to illustrate the words was also done for Sue’s prompts.
almost like light
this dusky song
a gentle color
of secret sound
murmured by roots and rain
how to follow
through beneath beside
ask the ancient path
to walk with you
My message from the Oracle. The almost-full moon woke me again last night. And at dawn–robin, blue jay, mockingbird, cardinal, mourning dove, crow–they are still here.
birds grow quiet
as
the spirit wanders
between why
and the ancient moon
that wakes me
shining through this season
of night
I ask dawn for song
listen
as dark becomes light
Another one of my Redon-inspired collages, and some birdlings from the archives.
My message from the Oracle.
ask for magic–
vast voices to slow
the decay of time
open your sails and dance
with the ghosts flowering
in foolish joy
when a child is born
remember to breathe
as if the dark holes in this universe
were cups filled with stars
The Oracle was feeling visionary this morning. She knows I had a restless night, and the full moon was shining in my window.
bedreamed away–
a shadow
of who what am I
sailing on the whispering wind–
an arc of light
in a gown of moonmist
singing the sea
A nonet from the Oracle for NaPoWriMo and Muri’s April Scavenger Hunt.
I want to be drunk with moon music
sing a thousand ships through shadows
still the mad wind that cries death
live inside the language
of the skylit sea–
time whispers spring
above my
rain-soaked
sleep
On Saturday the Oracle has Her say.
out on this melting edge–
a fool sailing through oceans
of haunted broken heartstars,
the poison of decaying days–
I ask how dark it must be
to awaken the tears of angels,
the ferocious fire of your gods
after the bitter blows
storms of blood rain
we whisper please
but death does not reply
the sun rose as if dreamed
the moon still inside the sky
This message from the Oracle recalled the Dylan song One Too Many Mornings (and a thousand miles behind). Sometimes it feels like that’s where we’re stuck right now.
The Oracle gave me the first two stanzas of this one right away, but I had to work for the last two. I really wanted to use “secrets” but she was having no part of it. There are too many secrets floating around already.
every after walks through
the long dark between
who can we ask
if always becomes lost?
when will these deep paths of why
grow roots that follow light?
beneath nightsongs of a wandering moon
we listen to nothing—ancient and wild
Another old collage done for one of Sue Vincent’s prompts.
Cohen wrote this song in 1992.
K. 