Tag Archive | myth
It was a dark and stormy night…
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Go on then… as it’s almost Hallowe’en, I’ll share once again the old Yorkshire tale of the Hand of Glory… It is not a myth… though its truth may be obscure… one Hand even survives to this day, found in the wall of a house and now…
Beyond the realm of night
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
She rides, her face in darkness Because she cannot face the light Her love is gone forever By her fault into the night. Regrets she has a heartfull That he’s gone and she must bide But the horse runs on relentless There is nowhere she can hide. From…
Dreams of Flower Corpses
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream. ~ Khalil Gibran Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/O-472291540 We were all dreamers it would seem we made our myths and spent nights in the middle of them until dawn broke our even darkening-shapes, because it took an entire life to decline or…
Flutes of Light
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
we’ve retold the stories of our lives like prehistory so many times we forgot the white morning or the gulls that drove us to listen to traces of infinity we become our own museums sort of broken accounts of what happened to us, a thousand photos later we still can’t…
Light Builds Temples on the Sea with Mere Words
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
In my animal belly, into the belly of time I swear prophecies, and make melodies out of Melancholy, I avenge God and poor fathers With armed lyrics, assault on secrets With fingernails, frantic for a Divinity Lost in language, in sanskrit manuscripts In Mandarin idioms, I hunt for these idols…
SONG DAWNS THE TURRETS OF YOUR MIND
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Words, towards a poem I have profited from them, quarter-hour wrenched From these hands, survivors of poverty Enter and exit, hope On the corridors of Earth From the charred tree of language From noplace to now-here Lost, between the good mornings and goodnights Words, as an umbilical cord with faith…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 