The Oracle’s message is melancholic (as it often is) and completely appropriate.
Beneath the crushing heat
of torpid walled nights
far from the forest languor of pooled shade
moon-petaled lakes mirror smooth
dreams whisper of rain from skies
pale blue washed sweetly
of clinging clouds of sweat
~I beat grey wings~
soar light as pigeon feathers
as morning mist on a southern sea
woman of water wading
treading distant air with phantom steps
girl quick and eager as memories
shining like the ripe peach
just out of reach.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
It’s beautiful, and while I read the poem it made me feel like I was a bird flying.
Thank you. I’m pleased my effort gave you wings 🙂
Me too, Jane! Than you for powering up the days. Michael
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Sorry, forgot the “k”. 😉
I started reading thinking ours were not similar at all, but then I got to wings and light and soaring. :). I especially like the last few lines. Lovely poem–maybe wistful more than melancholy?
Yes, you’re right. It isn’t sad, really, just life. And the wings and soaring is the same, dreams and ghosts. It would be strange if they weren’t alike somehow 🙂
Yes, I always feel a bit unsettled when they’re not. 😀
Thank goodness it doesn’t happen often 🙂
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This paints such a vivid picture…I love the phrase “woman of water wading”. We are all reflecting different angles of the mirror. (K)
Thank you. We all have an affinity with water even when (like me) we have no inclination to get into it. Paddling or walking by a river or lake is enough for me to feel the peace it brings.
I wonder if a naiad might sing this way.
I wonder. I also wonder if they really appreciated having animals drowned in their honour…