For The Sunday Whirl writing prompt: Wordle #196
maybe, miles, words, scorch, chime, trite,
spell, land, spirit, aim, mind, sign
And for Poets United poetry prompt: Poetry Pantry#235 http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/
The Poet’s Dream
Some sort of spell in both
mind and spirit
has me searching out words
seemingly from a great distance.
Miles of scorched, blackened trees
that strangely appear like letters
of a foreign language, litter
this ashy-white landscape.
May even be deliberately
unreadable signposts, aimed at
causing confusion, or worse,
a deeply harrowing triteness.
Finally notice bleached bones tied
to dark limbs of this haunted forest.
Wind begins whirling, setting skeletal bits
to click-clacking against one another.
Unearthly chimes of music that send
blood rushing to farthest extremities,
igniting mind and spirit to imminent
arrival of long awaited poem.
Elizabeth Crawford 1/25/15
Notes: Almost gave up on that arrival. Had the first three verses, but didn’t know where to go from there. Spoke to my daughter (who has been released from the Nursing Home and is staying here until we can find her a first floor apartment), and she suggested the image of the bones blowing in the wind. Typed it in and the last verse fell into place. Thank you, Sara.
Image is actually two different pen and ink line drawings. The outer rings were created from a line weave drawing put through the kaleidoscope app. The center image is another pen and ink drawing merged with the first one.
If you have time, click on the post prior to this one. Time to celebrate. I have sold one of my digital paintings to be used as cover art for another author, and am in the process of doing the same with a second one.