George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard, from The Collected Poems 1924-1955; “And if the soul”
Thursday, 8th July 2021
There is freedom in the shadowed storm as the veil-wrapped sky billows in a climbing release. I lay here on the rough strewn ground, a wilderness of rain-kissed grass, tumbled yarn, and loose cut threads. Find me in the running lake carving eyes into the overgrown path, lost to the planted sky now curling into a silver smile.
Freedom is more than just running through the rain on Thursday afternoons.
Cherry blossoms float;
Flurries of delicate snow
in the heart of spring
Having an existential crisis over whether people love me or not when it's really just poor communication skills on my part due to dyspraxia and low self-esteem gaah
Fallen angels are only humans in disguise, reincarnated to follow a new purpose - heal others in order to heal yourself.
Zoë Lianne, "Erasure"
Mary Oliver, "Felicity"
Emily Bronte, "Wuthering Heights"
Hold me over a rainbow
Hold me over the tearful seas
Hear the blackbird calling
Calling through the breeze
I am caught on the wind adrift
bound by a grieving sky
still within a restless storm
buried beneath its striking fire
Sometimes I read books that I only want to keep to myself as if the whole world would conquer the magic I felt in a few simple moments
Historian, writer, and poet | proofreader and tarot card lover | Virgo and INTJ | dyspraxic and hypermobile | You'll find my poetry and other creative outlets stored here. Read my Substack newsletter Hidden Within These Walls. Copyright © 2016 Ruth Karan.
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