Seascape daydreams
© Amanda Reilly Sayer
Colorful meetings
Ocean, earth and sky
Perpetual movement
Eroding dunes
Yesterday
These pictures
Salt-misted crests
Breaking waves
Reveal
In moments, now
Stillness
And progress
All is in motion
Just wait
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*
© Amanda Reilly Sayer
Born in fire, her armor shines
All the shades of red
[*Chantico: Aztec goddess of hearth fires and volcanoes]
New snowfall through starless night
© Amanda Reilly Sayer
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
I’m still discovering the fun surprises blogging has to offer, including this speculative fiction style writing prompt posted by D. Wallace Peach.
Here’s my response to the photo prompt above:
You can’t risk it! They said,
© Amanda Reilly Sayer
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
Painting Poetry in Motion 