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I look from the window at the afternoon sky, clear blue brushed with gold in the west, drawn by a flock of red kites, sailing past on their sinister business, and when I turn back to the penumbra of this interior, blink, the seven stars of the Plough shine back at me, punched, glittering points, on my retinas, a gift of this bright sky that conceals the night.
Always
though the day weaves a blue blanket
to hood the earth
stars cluster
stretch from rim to dusky rim.
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Wow–moments like that are magic!
I had a bit of magic, too–I was in the midst of a murmuration today–the birds were everywhere and all around me.
That must have been exciting! Even a bit disturbing (The Birds, we all remember it). It was a very strange experience. I’ve no idea how that constellation could have got behind my eyes, unless I had actually been staring at it. Maybe I should consult the Oracle…
I thought the birds, but actually it was thrilling.
Yes, the Oracle would know, but she might not say. 😉
There are birds and birds. I’d probably be uneasy if it had been a flock of vultures for example 🙂 I did ask the Oracle and she gave me quite a reasonable explanation.
🙂
Magic. (K)
One of those completely inexplicable mysteries that in former times would have been called a miracle or a vision. I’d probably have been burnt at the stake for mentioning it…
Unless it included God somewhere…
Then I’d have to get me to a convent—quick. Only nuns are allowed to have visions.
So many rules.
Who wrote them?
They’re hiding.
Understandably
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #11: Jane Dougherty’s latest #tankaprose!
Thank you Frank 🙂
My pleasure 😇
🙂
Assuming it was benign, that was a nice surprise.
It was! I sometimes get an aura before a migraine but this wasn’t aggressive, simply the seven starry lights of the Plough in the dark. Magic!