She…a poem
She walked out of the night
inked
red hair swinging
blue mask shining
it’s all chaos
she said
but we can
dance
until
the
end
Photo: Valery Sysoev
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She walked out of the night
inked
red hair swinging
blue mask shining
it’s all chaos
she said
but we can
dance
until
the
end
Photo: Valery Sysoev
Unsplash
she lives on a tiny island
of her own making
she can reach the shore
but when the tide is in
it makes things difficult
for others to reach her
which is the point
of having an island
in the first place
some people
just want to be left
ALONE
but that seems to
BOTHER
others
so she set up
a magical barrier
over her tiny forest
and disappeared from sight
except to those who can see
MAGIC
now she’s visited by
mer-people
and one or two
werewolves
who are allowed
to stay on the grounds
and sometimes a
vampire
will show up
but they always leave
before dawn
after partying with the fairies
so she has the whole day
to
HERSELF
Photo: Vincent Ledvina
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Picture from Pixabay
she
doesn’t
think
about
what
she
eats
how
much
she
exercises
or
what
other
people
think
she
just
wonders
how
bit
a
bite
she
can
take
out
of
life
while
she’s
here
War
She walks the battlefields, searching for answers that do not exist. Stepping over the bodies of those gave their lives to war. She cannot understand why humans continue to kill…everything. She tries to mediate, but to no avail. Her’s is a thankless job…whispering words of peace into the ears of those who desire only wealth, power and war. And yet, she perseveres, even in the face of hopelessness. She is dedicated to peace.
Quick sketch
SHE
She is a sun Guardian. She cares for all growing things and follows the sun, as she moves through her never-ending day, always a step ahead of the night. She is gentle and kind, caring for tender shoots and tiny, new leaves. When necessary, she hides saplings and sprouts from humans, who would uproot them to use for their own purposes. She is a daughter of the Great Earth Mother and tends our earthly garden.
SHE
She moves through the night, unseen, unheard. Her rage, at injustice, gives her wings. Her sword cuts true. She lingers in those places where violence and abuse take place, waiting for her moment to strike. She sees all and knows all. Her Guardianship gives her direction and leads her to those who destroy the lives of others, physically and mentally. She lurks in dark doorways, listening for the cries of those who cannot defend themselves. She never hesitates, knowing that her magic cannot be used against the innocent. Children hide under beds and in closets, desperate to get away from grasping hands. People cry and beg for mercy. Animals cower in terror. The night exposes violence, the hatred that some humans have for each other and for every living thing The Guardian, infused with unearthly power, levels the playing field. People can feel her, in the darkness, as she brushes her dark hand against their cheeks, assuring them that the end of their torment has arrived.
Written
on January 9, 2014