Say there were shadows—there
whispering beneath the fog—and–
say there were blue-sprayed shapes
watching with silent sea-tongues
who wanted you to see
and if, the bitter blows come,
there is still the luscious scent of summer rain
and a dream of light,
of moon-song’s lingering silver after a storm.
Today’s message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She always knows. The photo is from my walk earlier this morning.
Merril, I like your creative reflection on BEYOND, my word for the year, as you know.
Thank you, Marian. I’m pleased you like it. The title came after I wrote the poem. I had forgotten (again) that that was your word. 😀
I thought my poem was very enigmatic, but clearly the Oracle knew you would clarify it for me. You’ve written my dream for me. (K)
I just read yours, and I didn’t think it was so enigmatic–but perhaps that’s reading it after mine and Jane’s. All related.
They are. When you put them all together things are clearer.
Well, three witches and all. . .😀
I love how your morning walks inspire you, Merril.
Thank you, Jill. Isn’t it amazing how the Oracle knows? 😀
Oh, that last line!
Yes, your poem is the explanation of what comes after the waiting and the storm. I’m glad the Oracle finished her message. Now I’ll have to see what Kerfe’s enigma was.
I just read Kerfe’s–I think all of our poems go together.
(Well, there’s something different. 😏)
My thoughts too 🙂
This is wonderful!
Thank you so much!
I’ve always quite liked a foggy morning, particularly over water. I’m struck by the juxtaposition of the clarity of your lyrical poem with the river fog.
Thank you very much!
I also love fog over the water. It’s beautiful in its own way, and mysterious, too.
Beautifully described perfect picture
Thank you so much, Derrick!
Say they do and beyond that, the if becomes a reality then the lingering silver is all the lovelier. As this poem and image are. Lovely.
Thank you very much! I like your thinking. 😀