Jane Dougherty posted a challenge (via Jerennazuto at itsallaboutnothingg) for a story about lost wings. I’ve been working on a series of postcard fiction responses to Paul Klee’s angels, and this one seemed to fit the prompt well.
Behind every door,
like a bird on fire,
she was gone–
into the light’s
The work of Klee’s I referenced here is titled “Angel in the Making”.
not shadows. Angels
of holy return–lucent
keepers of to be.
into matter. Breathe
growing large. Embrace each cell,
My response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. I have been working on a series of shadow-themed shadorma poems (a form I really like and use a lot), and many of them would have served Sue’s photo well. They are still all in process, but these two may be closer to complete than most.
And in another bit of WordPress crosscurrenting, read Jennifer Knoblock’s wonderful poem “contemplation 9: you stumble”, posted yesterday.
I photographed my stitched paper/collage taped on the window, so the light would shine through the holes I made in the spiral. Below, how it looks without the sun behind it.
“Both light and shadow are the dance of love.”