Crafting and Creating; Photography and Poetry
The cross-quarter fire festival marking the midpoint between the winter solstice and the spring equinox
In this, the deepest of winter, the promise of spring begins to awaken. A trickle of life-giving liquid begins to flow. At the heart of the sleeping trees, a magical mystery appears. The sap begins to rise.
For this month’s final prompt, write an “against all odds” poem. I often feel like we have to fight against the odds, the elements, the technology, etc., to complete these challenges, but there are so many other scenarios that involve someone or something working against all odds to make something happen.
Tonight was Oaken Circle‘s full moon ritual. Dionysus was chosen as this moon’s featured deity. Togas were the encouraged dress for the evening, and the pot luck had an Asian flair. Participants were asked to bring a poem or artwork of some sort in honor of one of the arts patron deities.
I, alas, did not make it out on this beautiful blue moon night. I stayed home with hot chocolate and blankets with a thumpy head and sore throat. However, I did craft a poem to share:
bringing truth in mischief
unfettered nature flows from wine
A small glass of elderberry wine seems in order before bed.
a cinquin this time:
pumpkins and apples bright
like autumn leaves before the dark
NaPoWriMo # 20
just beyond my eyes
NaPoWriMo # 21
resonating with chakras
colors bring healing
NaPoWriMo # 22
scrambling upright, wobbly
seeking, searching, nursing at last
Everywhere I’ve looked today, I’ve found information on cinquain. Must be the 5th. Basically, it is a 22 syllable poem of five lines. The lines are of 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 syllables each.
still, for the other shoe to drop