image by Mark Byzewski
My id witch rubs against the rocks
and leaves them smooth and wet with longing.
She works at night -
eroding me sure as sunrise
till some small thing that I've buried
in a hurried cat scratch hole
has a cathedral to call home.
I grow
more hollow all the time.
A rough draft for Hannah's Antelope Canyon prompt at Real Toads.
17 comments:
Whoa! this is fantastic!
withch's various spells!!
more hollow...yet beautiful
Such striking images here - the id witch, the hollowness, small things buried.
Sensual images and layered descriptives here.
The growth of hollowness is a wonderful observation of the canyon's soul.
Love the last three lines and the entirety, Mama Zen! Thank you SO much for joining the challenge today! :)
interesting take on the prompt... very busy little thing she is
the last line just made the whole thing brilliant. i love how you pull these witty little poems so well!! :)
a cathedral to call home.
I grow
more hollow all the time...
Oh, that resonates with me... wow
wow ~
and I keep getting behind that damn spammer. he's on a lot of blogger blogs.
Wow yes you always leave your mark mama Zen and take my breath away, I wonder what your anonymous writer would think if he knew I were Canadian, worse from Quebec Oh lala
oh and I love the image wow
You haunt it good, MZ! YOU have conjured up nature's spell-I see smoke signals!
Such echoes of melancholy....beautifully written
This is exceptional writing. I am particularly drawn to the first two lines, and this: "in a hurried cat scratch hole." Superb sound throughout.
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