Photo by Sean McCormick -- visit his website here.Haunted blue horizon
falling
indigo to black
rising into night
sky
etched with diamonds
traces of the forgotten
stories
streaking across
the glass ceiling
streaking across
the glass ceiling
time
spinning
round
and round
spilling untold dreams
into the vortex
shooting stars
fall too soon
spinning
round
and round
spilling untold dreams
into the vortex
shooting stars
fall too soon
into a prairie sky
stretched out
across the night
reaching
down
to earth
burning out
beyond the open door
where dreamers
stretched out
across the night
reaching
down
to earth
burning out
beyond the open door
where dreamers
dream
music plays
in memoriam
dancers spin
round and round
haunted by the steps
of starbursts streaming
through the night
falling down
spinning
out of control.
music plays
in memoriam
dancers spin
round and round
haunted by the steps
of starbursts streaming
through the night
falling down
spinning
out of control.
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I felt the call of this blue-hued wonder in Sean McCormick's photograph -- I'm thinking from somewhere in the Neutral Hills of Central Eastern Alberta 'cause that's where Sean lives -- and answered the One Shoot Photography Sunday Poetry Challenge. You can too by clicking on over to One Stop Poetry.
Sean is the guest Photographer over at One Shoot Photography Sunday -- he's an Alberta boy -- gotta love him! And his photos -- wow!
Go on -- give it a try. Read some of the amazing poetry Sean's photo inspired and... get inspired yourself and leave your link. You'll be glad you did!
12 comments:
Like how you imagined the roof as a "glass ceiling".
It's always interesting how each of you respond to these challenges.
Wonderful take on the prompt. Your imagination is fantastic.
spinning out of control...it sure feels like it sometimes...every thing going faster and faster...stars falling....i like this...
The sense of circular movement in your poem is intense. "streaking across / the glass ceiling" What a fantastic description! Very well written poetry with a nice sound to the lines, Louise.
i'm still waiting for a purple horse to poke it's head out of that window.
love the photo and your poem ... "traces of the forgotten stories" ... really powerful.
This put me in mind of Eliot in Four Quartets, and of the spinning radiometer on my writing desk. Lovely to see where the photo took you, Louise.
A lot of good things come out of Canada. Like Sean McCormick's photography. Like this poem. I really like this, Louise.
Nice. I'm thinking of dervishes now. Lost in that cycle, rhythm, world.
This was splendid louise. just splendid. you gave life to that pic.
"etched with diamonds / traces of the forgotten / stories / streaking across"
love the picture this paints; it goes well with the photo prompt
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