foresight

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt “foresight“:

Imagine never being surprised,
never learning anything new –
how terribly…
how unspeakably…
how unbearably…
…boring …
omniscience
must be.

Perfect hindsight
and perfect foresight –
time become meaningless,
all eternity seen at once
and held in a single,
infinite
interminable
inescapable
instant.

How awful to be so afflicted!
What intolerable cruelty
to inflict on a god –
to be our surrogate,
carrying the burden of foresight
that we cannot bear ourselves.
That we hide from –
wrapped in our security blanket
of ignorance
so that we can greet each day
blessed with
uncertainty.

Invoking the priestess…

…or joining the blue-rinse set?

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt “mystical“:  

 

Tomorrow
the unwanted,
but unavoidable,
journey must occur.

The green around me
and the blue above me
will be left behind for
the five days of
concrete-grey obeisance
that I must make.

So tonight I trace blue
– sky, water –
and green
– leaves, trees –
into my hair
as an invocation,
as an insignia
of otherness.

In front of the mirror,
the streaks of blue and green
replacing the white within the brown,
I wonder –
is this mystical
or merely misguided?

Am I invoking the priestess
or joining the blue-rinse set?

Seereal

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, “crystal ball“:

No-one’s destiny is written in the stars.
It can’t be divined from tarot cards.
Gaze close enough at a crystal ball,
you’ll see silicon dioxide, and that is all.

home, sweet home

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, “home, sweet home”:  

Kick off your shoes,
hang up your coat.
and take off the face
that you’ve worn today
to meet all the
faces you’ve met.

Breathe out
the day’s disappointments.

Breathe in
the sweet smell of home.

belltree

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt “tree of life“:

In our search for connection
we have raised a new tree
from the concrete and asphalt.

the maiden, the mother and…

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt “transition”:

From the maiden to the mother,

endless pursuit

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt “night meets day“:

Night chases day
and day chases night
in endless circles about the Earth –

once upon a summer gloaming…

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, “fairy“, a poem about flying ants – which are very fey, in their own way. They swarm one night a year in late summer, usually after rain, and every year they catch me by surprise: 

Once upon a summer gloaming
a cloud of fey-folk filled the air.

Revelation

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, “August“, and also inspired by VJ’s daffodils:

On the western front of winter,
at the eastern edge of spring
A seal of frost is broken…

Come and See:
they have risen,
haloed in gold.

winter spell

A riddle in rhyme, in response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, “magic”. What are the Orb, Staff and Crown? 

Take the Orb, the Staff, the Crown,
bury them, shallow, in the ground.