sunset gold, low-slant
fires distant spark
starting seaside, spreading
beacon point to point to point—
behind my eyes
why did I glory in tales
of blood, fighting
remembered sword-grip
and how it shamed loving touch
of earth lifted, sifted
and firmed again
no more. I close the border of that land
with this drawing in, hurrying on
of cloak, hood, fences, gates
tamping down the pulse, the heart-fire
watching the thread of smoke lift
swirl, vanish
Many “why did I’s” in life. Also “why didn’t I’s”. The mythological setting is just right too. (K)
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It’s a setting/genre that has always fired my imagination…here I am trying to analyze why
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Me too…endless inspiration.
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Wow! Fabulous write!
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thank you!
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This is so evocative. I do like your work.
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Thanks very much!
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Rose-Witch is back!! Yay! Last stanza is magical.
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Thank you. Maybe a few more sunshine days would get Rose-Witch to be a more regular visitor…or I just need to dig for better inspiration!
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Sunshine? I always think of overcast skies over deep woods for Rose-Witch …
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or maybe I just need to move back to Germany!
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❤️
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I really like this, Jennifer–really lovely language, descriptive and lyrical.
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Thanks, Merril. I’m always happy when I can find a fantasy vibe. 🙂
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🙂
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