Inspired Inscriptions

on one wheel cycle,

the string of life in her hands,

she breathes in the air,

a wish embedded in heart,

to find her way flying away

.

a flute on his lips,

he summons nightly spirits,

the moon awakens

along with nocturnal beasts

in trance of the magic weaved

.

tying her new-print cape,

she journeys through the planet,

looking for a dream,

spectacles perched on her nose,

mulling over her tabloid

.

* For dVerse Poetics where we have been introduced to the art of Judith Clay. I have written three small pieces, inspired by three different works of art (written in syllable pattern of tanka- 5/7/5/7/7).

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Down the road she went…

down the road she went

with a letter in her hand,

summoning the post master,

she told him of her predicament-

he who was gone to war

had not returned back,

what had appeared was a sheet

smeared with a blood like seal,

she who could not read a single word

plead before the kind gentleman

to tell her what it contained,

 ~

the bespectacled man read carefully

and told her, her son was well,

that was what the letter said

while he faced away from her,

he handed back to her the sheet

and confirmed that her son was fine,

he had reached his final abode,

away, safe from war and hunger,

 ~

she shrieks, cries, wails, screams,

clutching the collar of his shirt,

and befell on her knees,

praying for who was never to return,

he supported her up and

they looked at each other,

waiting for the other one to

break that ominous silence

but it remained all still

while the sun dipped into the sea,

leaving behind a trace of red tinge.