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.
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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.
NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 10
Seeds
In the realm of Hades,
the tears of Persphone
water the dark seeds.Poised on the cusp
Linda Rushby 10 April 2021
of Life and Death,
holding the energies
of past generations,
in trust for the future.
NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 9
Clotho
Clotho the spinner
Linda Rushby 09 April 2021
turns her wheel,
twisting the fibres,
drawing out
the thread of life
snaking onward
into the future.
NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 8
The Fire
The fire burns,
warming, enticing,
images dancing.The fire burns,
crackling,
threatening.The thread is lost
beneath the ashes.Atropos waits,
Linda Rushby 8 April 2021
sharpening her scissors.
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