She rises from the cooling waves,
spreads her wings, prepares to fly.
Up, up she will soar, silently,
into the eternal sky,
But when Death sets foot on sandy beach
will the flowers wilt and wither?
When radiation, invisible,
turns summer into winter.
Once again I’ve jumped on the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads bandwagon for their Open Link Monday, but who can resist such a beautiful picture? *smile* Imagine that! Two pieces in two days, perhaps my muse is coming out of hibernation?
There is something magical about this image. I am thrilled that you chose to write a piece inspired by what you have seen in it. I had not seen the wings of the sun in quite the same way you did. I think that image is so cool.
Thank you, Kerry! It was the first thing that came to mind when I saw that image… And my creative juices seem to need some support to get flowing. Still think I sound stilted and contrived, but I’m sure a bear coming out of hibernation needs to clear his/her throat a few times before letting out a spring roar too! I appreciate the comment.
the turning. evocative.
Thank you!
And so you force us to consider the consequence of mistreating mother earth… or one another.
Yay! You’re writing again!
Shhh… Don’t tell me that or I might stop! đ
Yes, I saw that too first off. It made me think of one of my fav movies “On the Beach” Really nice poem.
Thank you, Debi! Always nice to know I’m not alone with a morbid brain! đ
Beautifully written poem for such a scary contemplation.
Thank you, Susie!
Your view of the sun is unique. Sure, the seasons must change, but how much before that winged creature sets down again? Guess it depends on the direction of their flight… Lovely and challenging. Amy
Love to see you writing again, lady. Me too. So cathartic!!
*big hugs* I’m still not at the cathartic stage (it scares the bejeezus out of me that I might become as obsessed with this process as I once was), but dipping a toe in and hope that I won’t get pulled out to sea again. Thank you for reading – and lovely to see your writing again!
Oh, such a beautiful scene is not meant to last for long…
Such a beauty đ who would not describe it……….
The picture is, indeed, beautiful; but the poem is even more attractive. Nicey done.