NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 27

Full Circle (Part 1)

When the circle is complete again,
the Goddess shines her face upon the world.
Now we cannot cower in the shadows,
we feel her gaze upon us, fixed, immutable,
except within the patterns that we see.

We think we know her schedule; everything
dictated by the movements of the sky,
predictable and regular.

We do not know the storms and traumas,
that have shaped her;
the crashing rocks, the raging solar winds,
the birth and death of stars,
the aeons passed,
and all those yet to come.
We only see her scars,
and think her now at peace.

Yet we who measure time on different scales
arrive and leave like mayflies, dancing
on a summer’s day,
and think our lives important.

Linda Rushby 27 April 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 26

The Gamble

Creation is hard.
It never comes easy,
except when it does,
when words bubble up
and beg to be written
you cannot ignore them.

You ride on their current
without knowing where
they come from, or where
they will take you.

To make something new
in this world
is risky.
The fire you light
may consume you,
or hiss into nothing.

Those are the outcomes
that none can predict,
the gamble that no one can call:
to trust your instinct,
or blow out the fire.

Linda Rushby 26 April 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 25

Advice

‘You do know, don’t you?’
the Wise Man said kindly,
‘All creative people
struggle,
it’s part of the package.’

Remember the hope
that burns and scars?

You can search for the river
and wait for the boat,
to ride on the current
of peace and contentment,

Or get up each morning
and grasp the spark,
to burn yourself
a little more.

Linda Rushby 25 April 2021