The serpent grew wings–
emerging from the cosmic egg,
it became a bird.
Embracing the tree of life
and all of spirit’s progeny,
the serpent grew wings.
Beginning as a vast secret
of stars and swirling light
emerging from the cosmic egg
The serpent shed its skin
and imagined miracles.
It became a bird.
The NaPoWriMo prompt today was to write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual . My response is not exactly on prompt–I took a mythical creature but I reimagined it into hope instead of despair. As Brendan at earthweal says: let’s celebrate radical hope — that hope whose only basis is our faith in the wonder of life and our capacity to embrace it.
The form I used for the poem is the Cascade, one of Muri’s April scavenger hunt poetic prompts. I’d forgotten how much I like it–thanks Muri!
I did not have to look far into my Redon-inspired collages for a mythological subject. The stitched mandala is from my constellation series–this is the Phoenix, first published on Pure Haiku.
Your ashes illume,
cradled beyond day and night –
great is the unknown.