Inspired by OVP9, BB
Tree Spirit
dwells in the slip-sliding plane of the infinite,
violet-drenched and blue-sparkled,
a feather-boughed, dancer
between the tectonic plates of time.
She doesn’t care about shrines
built for others, but look for her
in the secluded places, bird-dawns
or bat-dusk, reveal her ancient power soaring.
For Paul Brookes Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see the art and read the other responses here.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
When I looked at the images, I was positive you would use the tree!
Beautifully done, Merril.
Thank you so much, Dale. 😊
🙂
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul!
She sounds like a friend of the Oracle’s 🙂
I love that idea of tectonic plates of time!
Thank you!
I think she is a friend of the Oracle’s! 🙂
Of course 🙂
These are the lines that most resonate with me:
She doesn’t care about shrines
built for others, but look for her
in the secluded places, bird-dawns
or bat-dusk, reveal her ancient power soaring.
Thank you very much, Liz. 😊
I’m pleased you found lines that resonate with you.
You’re welcome, Merril.
Always in bird-dawns. She is her own shrine. (K)
She is. Thank you!
Good choices of images well employed
Thank you, Derrick.
Oh, this is lovely, Merril! I love the opening line.
Thank you so much, Punam!
My pleasure. 😊