the bridge to night, hushed and wakeful, asks me questions– the words cast spells,
hushed and wakeful, delicate and cobwebbed, into ice—a sudden snow
asks me questions, but I remain cloistered– self-contained, undreamed—
the words cast spells– maps sailing silent unknown boundless seas
I started to construct a quadrille for dVerse, using the word ice given to us by Mish, and words from the Random Generator which Merril posted on Sunday. When I saw Colleen’s Ekphrastic prompt, above, it gave me a focus for what I had begun. I used the trimeric form.
The days seem shorter than usual this winter, and greyer. The Oracle knows.
always this leavetaking– as if the wind was a light, an ancient breathsong to follow into rivers rooted beneath deep forest moonshine– a secret buried between winter’s dark quiet and the cloud-covered sun
winter leaves, overlapping with cold wind, rain,
clouds that permeate
each every day footsteps too heavy
to follow another
enclosed in lethargy, the hours devoid
of song, stagnant
from here to anywhere, held in pause–
each day a tunnel
searching for openings– starsunmoon
A quadrille for Lillian at dVerse, using the word glow.
I always like to photograph my art in natural light, but it’s so dark here today, I also did some with the overhead light on. It gives everything a yellow tone, and doesn’t show the subtle shifts in the color any better. Maybe they’re too subtle.