Unravelling the Tapesty of Life

The Lady of Shalott (1875) public domain

 The lady of Shalott
under a mysterious curse
never to look upon Camelot

one day she heard his song
entranced by his lovely verse
that’s when thing went wrong

a glance on the shadow land
under moonlight she would traverse
leaving isolation was unplanned

in a boat she departed down river
entangled in the tapestry of her curse
the night air tasted cold and bitter 

drifting into an eternal dream
singing her songs of love in verse
she had a lovely face, Lancelot beamed

under a glowing sky her soul soared
in the silence not a voice was heard

linking with dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics

hosted by Sanaa

Prompt: For today’s Poetics, I would like you all to choose ONE of the paintings by John Atkinson Grimshaw and write a poem inspired by it. You can write an ekphrastic poem or simply take the title as a springboard or both. The choice is yours.   

Painters of Stars

Long ago and far away, before roads, cars busy towns and cities were built.  There was a place unspoiled where trees grew tall and buffalo roamed. Halona was happy living amongst her people. Her names means "of good fortune" as she had a dream that the star people were watching from the heavens and would lead the people in their greatest needs.

She climbed the hills and came to the mouth of a great mountain.  There before her a portal of shining light. She entered softly, unheard. On the cavern walls story paintings of fire and warring nations.  She saw little speckles of light dappling against the smooth saucer shaped hallows of rocks.

The starpainters are taking over now,  leaving a trail of light in times of darkness for generations to come. Halona paints in hues of blue and green for mother earth's survival. 

linking with dVerse Poets Pub - Prosery 
hosted by Mish writing Prosery a Tribute to Gordon Downie

author's note; A bit of fictional storytelling for tonight. I hope you enjoyed it. I had to revise multiple times  to keep it at 144 words. The story took on a life of its own and I had two full pages and could have kept writing.  

Blood Moon Sings a Forgotten Tune

courtesy of Pixabay Placidplace

Tonight, I wait for the blood moon
shining its crimson color over earth
listening to the eerie call of a loon

In the shadows lurks, a time of change 
guard your sacred dreams in the night
they may be swallowed or rearranged

The moon controlling the rhythmic sea
and I howling with the rising and falling tide
tugging at my heart a song longs to be free

In the darkness there is a deep silence
a pause to contemplate my next words
searching the heavens for divine guidance

The dusty veil between the worlds thins
opening a dream, singing a forgotten tune
in this mysterious place, a new verse begins

linking with dVerse Poets Pub - Open Link Night 
hosted by Grace

Dialogue Between Worlds

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In my dreams I have my
deepest conversation 

a dialogue between the
mind and soul

words are not required
as pictures and stories
come alive in darkness 

guardians and shaman
come and go speaking in
hidden tongues

my heart beats in time
to a faraway drum

listening to the language
of the night my heart
takes flight moving me
closer to the morning light

What's Going On? Talk/Conversation

hosted by Susan 

Butterfly Flurry

Courtesy of Pixabay 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In a dream,
I met a gatekeeper
with lustrous copper hair
all was not as it seems
in a crimson patch of flowers
wearing large tortoiseshell glasses
beckoning me into a flurry of butterflies
in my sleep during the mystical hours
surrounded by beautiful fluttering wings
a wandering skipper gifted me a red velvet rose
careful of thorns,  I inhaled its sweetest scent
the night I heard a flurry of  butterflies sing

written for dVerse Poetics hosted by Merril

So, for today, I’ve composed a list of common butterfly names taken from several online sites. People seem to enjoy these list prompts. Choose at least three of the names from the list below and include them in your poem.

Author's note:  Today, I was in a pool of cool blue and a Eastern Tiger Swallowtail landed on my foot. Then I saw the prompt today.  A bit of Synchronicity.  

On Padded Paws

courtesy of Pixabay Chris 0223

I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts.  On padded paws in ghostly silence following you into the dreamscape.  You summoned me unwittingly a tracker to travel between the worlds.  The hunt begins, weaving through hidden places where dreams become nightmares.

The night air is stagnant and smoky.  Slowly, stalking the prey that haunts your nights.In the graveyard of decaying dreams and dying roses. Pouncing on shadows of pain and sorrow. Echoes of dirges circulate the air.  

I am a shapeshifter tapping into your inner fears.  Blurring the lines between reality and illusion luring you deeper into the darkness of understanding.  Shedding old beliefs prowling in the labyrinth of duality, praying for  the doorway to light.

linking with  dVerse Prosery Hosted by Merril

For Prosery, your prose—fiction or nonfiction—may be up to 144 words
you must incorporate this given line 

I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts”
From “Jaguar Song.”

Thank you for reading. 

The Arc of Poetry

courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry is an arc between
reality and the imagination
it is the language of the soul
speaking in unknown tongues

Poetry is found in the night
opening my mind to possibilities
soaring from realm to realm
in the silence I listen and hear
whispers of the ancient trees

Poetry is my greatest story
dreaming it, writing it, singing  it

Poetry is a falling star carrying
wishes across the infinite sky
leaving a trail of cosmic dust
in a wild messy world of love

Poetry is a song from my heart
discovering the rhymes of life
an internal beat weaving magic
deciphering and coining new words
a sonnet sung under blue moonlight

Poetry is my greatest story
dreaming it, writing it, singing it

written for dVerse MTB Ars Poetica 
hosted by Grace

Thanks for reading! 

Mythical Script

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There once were two fools
that sailed the ocean blue
feasting on wondrous words
searching for golden swords 

chasing mythical creatures
dragons and dream weavers
the stars and moon their guide
navigating the changing tide

a beast capsized their ship
buried an unfinished script

written for dVerse Quadrille hosted by De

prompt to write a 44 word quadrille
incorporating the word myth

author's note:  This was written for a friend
in mind.  If you're out there this is for you.  

Thanks for reading