Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Mother and Daughter

She said, "Ugly little thing.
Stay put and be quiet. Don't embarrass me."

But the Heavens,
as vast as I was tiny, called to me,
"Little one of mine..."

I flew, and she said,
"You're going to fall,
hard."

Yes, one day I will fall
back into the Goddess's hand,

Wind-blown--
vast and tiny, both.
_______

For Flash 55 at Real Toads. Photograph by National Geographic, available for free download.

 

18 comments:

  1. Oh wow! I'm in love with this one. I can almost taste the joy in flight, especially as the bird flies away from those who would keep her on the ground.

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  2. Hey, I almost expected you to pick that picture too... That voice inside telling us we can fail... Like that slave whispering "memento mori"... We should always listen to it just the right way... There is a time to fall, but till then let's fly,

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  3. as i have mentioned in previous postings, i was an eagle in my previous existence therefore i soared. i guess my wings were clipped for this mundane turn.

    wonderful and wise words written. great sensitivity to life's flight

    gracias for sharing

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  4. Ah, you chose the crows! There is such power in this picture, a sort of terrible energy, and that you have translated extremely well in your poem. The notion of being turned against by family, and seeking freedom at any cost, even alienation, is very strongly felt.

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  5. Terrible! AS in "Tyger, Tyger, burning bright ..." And love the powerful combination of poem, song and pic

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  6. Wonderful sad and human and inhuman combinations here--very well done in such a short piece--vivid and spare. k.

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  7. The two voices--or perhaps like the pic, a tumult of voices-the internalized 'worthless bound to fail' cawing, and the pure defiant one of what is an inborn and unalienable joy--very well illustrated here by the ink colors and the words, of course, themselves. I love to see you fly, dear Shay--you are so good at it.

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  8. So glad that the kindness of the Universe countermanded the bad for us both!

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  9. The strongest desire is to fly on our own and with full knowledge of the fall!

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  10. Despised yet loved, non-existent but everywhere. Beautiful, amiga!

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  11. The Black Queen- heartless - and the lovely, shining spirit of the child, who flies farther than her mother could have ever dreamed. Brilliant, my friend.

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  12. nice one
    (http://imagtalks.blogspot.com/)

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  13. A great write .. yes one day we all may fall ... but ah at least we flew! Bastet

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  14. ... and the Goddess will catch you.
    Happy New Year, Shay!

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  15. Words, image, music and work together perfectly...Sometimes we have to fly no matter what mother says... Love the "feather rebellion" in this.

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