Oracle 2 gave me this (three versions in fact) poem from Kerfe’s random words. There’s no arguing with an oracle. Link to Kerfe’s blog. WP won’t let me tag.
Night mare
A slender light stitches the night-field
with far-flung stars, and this meadow
with bright shadows,
the nodding rod
where the red rose hangs,
and the listening air
steams with the breath of the horse,
nostrils flaring in the cold,
longing to make the leap
between the stars.
Words from the poemetry unit
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I love the word play, and that final image especially.
Thank you for the reminder that I did not respond to Oracle 2 this week–I don’t want to get on her bad side. 😉
Thank you 🙂
Definitely not a good idea!
You’re welcome! No, definitely! 🙂
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where true magic lies. Love the stillness, and the listening, and the breath of the mare
Thanks Lisa xxx
I think that horse could definitely leap between the stars. (K)
I wonder if that’s where they came from in the first place.