Chronos
Lord Chronos rules us all,
forever looking at his wrist,
sucking his teeth,
and tapping on his scythe.Do not disrespect his gift.
Linda Rushby 20 April 2021
The thread may twist and turn,
but the arrow points one way,
and the scythe is always sharp.
Month: Apr 2021
NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 19
Air
Inspiration.
Draw the air in,
let it travel through you,
squeezing its way
through the alveoli,
releasing life
into your cells.
Feel your body expand
as the air becomes you.Expiration.
Linda Rushby 19 April 2021
Release the breath,
push it out to the air
let it go with a sigh.
Feel your body relax
as a piece of you
escapes in the world.
NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 18
Icarus
We wait for signs
Linda Rushby 18 April 2021
and opportunities,
then jump at
the wrong time,
to soar like Icarus,
or crash to earth,
in a chaos of feathers
and melting wax.
NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 17
New Moon
The crescent returns,
Linda Rushby 17 April 2021
creeping into the black sky
like a silver sickle
slashing through the darkness,
waxing brighter
through the passing nights.
NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 16
Destruction
Fire destroys,
but fire creates,
excites the atoms,
setting things in motion.A spark ignites,
excites the neurones,
setting thoughts in motion.All things change.
Linda Rushby 16 April 2021
NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 15
The Curse
There is no choice:
to grasp the fire,
or cower in the darkness?
And from Olympus
comes Prometheus,
carrying the curse
of our salvation.
Linda Rushby 15 April 2021
NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 14
The Choice
This is the choice:
grab the spark
with your bare hands,
feel it burn away
your skin,
or stay in the dark.There is no choice.
Linda Rushby 14 April 2021
NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 13
The Box
Open the box.
Under the scuttling,
squirming, biting things
do you see
a spark
in the darkness?
You lost it many times,
thought it extinguished,
gave it up,
abandoned it.
Can you see it still?
Will it lead you back?
Linda Rushby 13 April 2021
NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 12
Dark Moon
When the huntress turns her back,
hidden by the Mother’s shadow
into darkness we are driven,
lost, bereft.Fear and pain
Linda Rushby 12 April 2021
resume their reign.
NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 11
Stones
The She-Woolf filled
her pockets with stones
when she walked into the water.I fill mine when I’m there
and bring them home.I do not have her courage.
Linda Rushby 11 April 2021
I live with my despair
in hopes that it will fade.
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