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| Photo Courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales |
A Refining Darkness
Apollo's bird followed me many a dark night.
Ran and hid from truth I tried,
but your unfaithfulness
finally my heart did pierce,
and from my despondent tears you ran.
A dove I launched with olive branch
and yearningly desire your return
as into the night Raven cries,
longing for a new and better tomorrow.
Other visitors upon my shoulders sit,
friends to my raven black,
Thought and Remembrance,
our solitude pondered and embraced.
Sorrow's raven for a time did suggest
conversion and cleansing be put off,
but welcome you with open arms I do
and shoed that evil bird away.
My own white light is not so bright,
a bit tattered and torn like yours.
A refining darkness is ours to grasp,
filtered and purified by trials.
Silvery grey
we can start anew,
as upon this rock
your return I wait.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, September 28, 2011
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by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, September 28, 2011
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This is for Magpie Tales #84. Another despondent take on a prompt! (You try to write a happy one to this...) I hope this poem ended in a bit of light as I tried to pick up on the shimmer of grey light in the photo.
9 comments:
even more than the gorgeous photo and the heartbreaking prose, i liked your explanation of trying to bring a spot of brightness to it! ha!
Beautiful.
LOL, I agree. Difficult to find happy in this. : )
I really like your Magpie's form ... the way you chose and used words.
Forlorn with regret yet hope still present!
Well written!
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Love your words, so sad yet hopeful.
such conflicting emotion contained withing
sorrow's raven - lovely lines
Despondent, perhaps. Beautiful, definitely!
You are such a multi-leveled creative person, Margaret.
Really, I thank you all for your words and comments! It makes my day.
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