The Oracle’s suggestions came thick and fast today, perhaps because I am starting a new story set in her neck of the woods, in a time when I might just possibly meet her.
Something bleeds something dances
something laughs and the scene is set
for an epic a story timeless as the universe
where change is so slow
our hands cannot measure
the gap between what was and what is.
The story weaves in and out of stars
watched by the glassy eyes of ice floes
the cold ocean waves and sometimes
just sometimes the dance macabre
and the laughter are joyous red
gold and silver spangled
like poetry or painted beauty
or the swish of a fox’s brush.