About my blue earth
moon in cycles shining
murmurs sweet harmony,
soft poetry,
(listen)
it wanders peacefully here and there,
beneath
between
a quiet secret breeze of ancient souls
and pure light blossom in color
It’s been a busy week. I needed this message from the Oracle.
I awaken in a clean bed, my curls still soap-and-water-damp, but no longer tangled with tears and sweat. Kind people have taken me in–giving me a home and a violin to replace the one Papa gave me years ago. The one the soldiers smashed. It is old, this violin, and as I cradle it under my chin, I wonder what secrets it carries beneath its varnished surface, what tunes lie buried within the fine wood. I look out the window to see the stars, fairy lights that twinkle and beckon in the dark. I quietly hum an old folk tune, the motif of the piece I’m writing, blending old and new–a continuous and repeated theme, as in life, a melody of sorrow and hope. And now, from my window, I see the dawn– pink, orange, and red wings feather-brushed across the sky above the golden sun. The day is bright with magic and possibility. I am ready to greet it.
The strings laugh and cry,
sing music of many souls
through light and dark clouds
life twinkles brightly, then blinks
to fly through space, dance through time
Lorenzo Lippi, “Allegorie der Musik” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
This haibun is for Colleen Chesebro’s weekly poetry challenge. The prompt words were fairy and magic. She is celebrated fairies and the summer solstice this weekend. Go visit her!
Her soul’s secret song
shimmers, she shares it gently
leads him, calls to him
from the river, where brave rush,
rave, or walk to inner light
John William Waterhouse, “Naiad” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
This is for Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. The prompt words were lead and share. I’ve also used Secret Keeper’s words for this week: BRAVE | RUSH | RAVE | WALK | INNER
