I arrive in the setting sun—mask of dusk
lifting and merging me into vapor, air
flowered and fearless, singing with agelessness
of birds that echo wordless wishes, on shores
of colored galaxies, swimming to the moon,
currents eddying me to the very core,
turning me into elements, atoms strewn
with fire, with earth, with oceans, with breath, the light
coming from everywhere, vortexed emotion
exposed and whirling in ecstatic surprise
halfway between particled and synthesized
A terza rima for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above. I had quite a few false starts with this sonnet form. Loosening up the rhymes helped, but I think I also hadn’t found the right subject.
Sue’s photo in my mind did not really represent something literal, although a number of stories I’ve read in response did well with a literal interpretation. It felt good to get out my collage box after so long away from it and explore what I saw, and then try to find words that enlarged on that.