Creativity should always be a form of prayer.
Ben Okri
Ben Okri
The moment unhooks her corset of wind
and leaves its blue bells dangling
in still air. Her body becomes light
stretching through the trees
and beneath stream water
absorbing
the story that takes
shape
from whatever shadow
enters the scene, whatever scent
breathes through the ribs
of bulrush or willow, whatever spirit
webs briar and broken rock.
Disrobed and radiant, the moment
settles into her subtle craft -- waiting
for a voice, a hand and quill
to turn the greenwood's flesh
into words. A prayer, a song --
an act of creation.
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2 comments:
And thus so you seize The Moment so well.
The personification used in this poem is awesome!
I love this piece!
Thank you Yvonne,
This piece was inspired by memories of my back hillside woods in upper New York Stat where I lived as child but also this week's incredible series on "the magic and art of storytelling" over at terri' blogsite, "myth and moor". She has some gorgeous photos of the Chagford woods and environs that also helped inspire this piece.
Your kind words are deeply appreciated
!!
Take care,
My Best
wendy
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