I haven’t had much time for poetry these last few days. There’s so much to do here and I’ve been immersed in a re-write. The hard work is done, just needs the fine-tuning and we’ll see if it works.
I couldn’t not visit the Oracle though. The second poem fits Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, which often corresponds to some scene in the WIP.
Why ask where home lies?
Look out on the night ocean,
listen to its wings beating,
see how green morning wakes,
slow and soft as peace falling, stars wheeling,
in the vast silence of the universe,
and we are there.
The lake is still, smooth as a mirror.
She watches a ship,
with billowing white sails,
through singing mists—
moon mother, water woman—
until the sky runs red as berry juice.