The winding footsteps

The winding footsteps

2 February 2016

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Wherever

I walk to the hiss

Of nighttime

And ravens

I find bloodied safe havens

The riddles galore

 

December

It creeps into Heart

Ice and rock

Like playgrounds

Fitted with the snowbound ears

Readied coals’ embers

 

I colour

The dreams of the lost

Cast souls’ mast

Wild banners

My fingers know not the cost

Of lilies and smears

 

The white flag

Hovering like breath

Under tears

Play do me

Child clay a pool of dark fears

My music a sin

 

Wave the wand

Glory disappears

Magic wanes

Sugar melts

Truth around us how it pelts

Hail to story’s spin

 

Stir the pot

We cook what we dream

Stew and Heart

Spices art

Of broth and the melting meet

Pieces of our selves

 

Eleven

Moons in the wings’ folds

Seven skies

Greet my sighs

We sever what we know not

The winding footsteps

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Colours of the night – Evi Vine

December – Wooden Arms

For the Dreamers – Evi Vine

Tide – Wooden Arms

How Time Flies – Evi Vine

Chariclia – Wooden Arms

In this moment – Evi Vine

 

14 thoughts on “The winding footsteps

  1. I love the out of body feel of this piece, Geetha, like I am watching the year slip by from some vantage point, trapped between the sands of a hourglass.

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  2. Superb! Aside from the thought provoking words you’ve written, you’ve included a passion of mine – the Sphinx. I’ve never heard of Evi Vine, either and she was a revelation. Thank you.

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