Her secret refuge, at childhood’s keen edge, flirting with grace on the rim. Advertisements
To revel in awe, just cause for breathing deep, slow, breadth taking you in. (Photo by Anne Brigman)
To see the stars, in daytime, like a siege of radiant, glyphic minnows constellating upon the surface of a lake, this, the child’s gift to vision, undisturbed. (Photo by Anne Brigman)
Rebirthing, within fathomless hues, beyond the opaque rim, and vanishing, someone waits to claim your life anew.
Within the licorice hush and mottle of Dream’s darkening brood, we cede, slowly, to faintest rumors on a paling cusp, to gainly renew.
After the fall, and subsequent radiant slumber, the child awoke to find the new world awash in lullaby, and dream-soft slips of focus. (Photo by Heather Ross)
In a vain attempt, she corseted herself in green wind and cellophane, votive to a thin whip of air. As she lay there, colors emptying to gray, before the round voices and fast hands came, she fell in and saw … Continue reading
Lady of the lake of sorrows and penitence– How deep is your blue?
Forlorn, as if the lake rose to meet the moon halfway, as if light on petals, mourned.
