Words
are playing
chase
bare naked
in my head
again.
Finally.
They wouldn't
come out before
no matter how
hard I begged or
knocked
on the door.
Daylight
seemed to scare them.
Now
I know how
the midnight reverie
I know how
the midnight reverie
tempts and troubles
the water
to move words around
limber and lubricated enough
to make ancient celtic
manuscripts
feel jealous of
their illuminated
designs
knotted
with
color.
8 comments:
Lovely to see you posting.
Really like your phrase "designs/knotted/with/color" and how you link that to the illuminated manuscripts.
Daylight reveals
what was interwoven
in the dark.
I made an illuminated letter "D" once. It took a looooong time.
Oh, I know this. Maybe I need to read some Kathleen Norris?
Thanks for the sweet welcome back ladies. Yes, Norris is like nobody else I've read. Totally revamping my old epiphanies....
Do you still have it Monica?
they are quite knotted up, those letter designs. so busy and tight.
your words came out flowing and lovely.
I love this image---and the words inspired by them. An ekphrastic poem!! Nicely done! And how true--that light often scares our words; they scuttle under any dark covering.
Sounds just like songwriting....
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