Progress (and paradox)

Seascape daydreams
Colorful meetings
Ocean, earth and sky

Perpetual movement
Eroding dunes

These pictures
Salt-misted crests
Breaking waves

In moments, now

And progress

All is in motion
Just wait

© Amanda Reilly Sayer

Haiku: #namethatvase

I love pottery. So it’s no surprise I’d want to participate the Alchemist’s Studio challenge to name and honor her beautiful work with a title and creative ode.


Goddess Chantico*
Born in fire, her armor shines
All the shades of red

© Amanda Reilly Sayer

[*Chantico: Aztec goddess of hearth fires and volcanoes]

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Snow Day

New snowfall through starless night
Laden trees with cotton tufts
Now, luminous tendrils
Against the dawn sky

“Snow Day!” cheers rang through the house
As kids, alert in their still warm pajamas
Danced with anticipated snow forts
And other forbidden weekday play

All whilst their parents, bent over for boot lacing
Felt their backs groan, remembering
The last storm, which wasn’t the last
Not nearly the last, after all

If they noticed anything
Beyond their full shovels
The rhythmic, industrious scraping
It wasn’t apparent to anyone

Until the laughter of their children
Rattled the glass panes
And impelled them notice
Breath-stained windows, mindful nudges

Look up and see!
The vast sky of carefree days
Your perception
Malleable as wet snow

Witness the very moment
When fading midnight embers
That blue-lit, sparkling tree line
Those inky nighttime remnants

Become the new day

© Amanda Reilly Sayer

Clair de Lune

I’m still discovering the fun surprises blogging has to offer, including this speculative fiction style writing prompt posted by D. Wallace Peach.

pixabay image by Natan Vance

Here’s my response to the photo prompt above:

You can’t risk it! They said,
Anything could happen out there
Exposed in that dangerous blue light
The illumined darkness

Stay here, safe in Shadow!

But she wasn’t the sort
To use fear as her talisman
To mistake shelter for freedom

She was ready for more

Thus crouched in the hidden doorway
She cautiously looked both ways
Watched as the moon eclipsed the sun
Then stretched herself to fullness

As her small body expanded
She strode, near danced
Into the silvery center
That infinite space of the unknown

And found herself reflected there

© Amanda Reilly Sayer