In the dark of night they come
Singing their songs of silence
Drowning out the highlights
Of what’s gone before
The indigo hours are awash with dreams
Life forgotten, faded away
Watercolour memories are all that remain
As we walk the secret paths
Of worlds hitherto unknown
When darkness descends
I am left alone dreaming
Wishing upon stars
This poem was originally posted on this site September 2016, here:
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2016/09/09/wishing-upon-stars/
I listen avidly to you
And the wild tales you spin
Hanging off
Every. Single. Word.
Knowing in my heart
That you exaggerate
To conceal the truth
Your honesty wrapped
In a cloak of words
That serves as your armour
Shimmering light of
Spellbinding moon, stars and sun
Dancing on sea waves
Today is the shortest day
Tonight the longest night
Tomorrow’s sunrise the turning point
That marks the returning light
*
In the very heart of winter
There’s a special vigil to keep
As we wait patiently in the dark
For the sun to wake from sleep
*
Soon the world will be brighter
It will be the darkness’ turn to wane
It won’t be long until spring is here
When The Wheel will turn again
My poem, Vines of the Mind, has been included in Issue 2 of the zine, Bombinate. (You can find out more about this zine, by following this link). The theme for this issue was “vine”, which I thought was an interesting prompt. However, it was the meaning of the word “bombinate” that really caught my attention and made me want to submit something.
My contributor copy arrived in the post a few weeks ago.
I’m still lagging behind blogging-wise after completing NaNoWriMo, but I spotted this week’s Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge hosted by Kiwinana over at Ramblings of a Writer, and decided to write a haiku. (I know. It’s been one of those kind of days…perhaps I will get around to writing a tanka for this prompt later in the week…) The words for Week 73 are “mornings” and “winter”.
A frosty breath mists
Words frozen, left unspoken
Cold winter morning
