Month: October 2018

Mermaid

Mermaid

She had lived in these waters
Where she would call to him
He was curious and came willingly
And together they would swim

She took him to the ocean floor
And they would pick up starfish
Marveling at their million legs
And on each one make a wish

He learned to ride the dolphins
While she swam alongside
They would lie on the rocks
With each other, preoccupied

As they sat in the sun
He would braid her hair
He had fallen deeply in love
And did not want to share

One day he had to go away
And thought his heart might break
She promised him she would stay
But he feared he’d lose her in his wake

He constructed an image of her
And placed it on the rocks
So she would remember where to come
He would return at the spring equinox

She came back every day
Waiting for her love
She would laugh at the statue
And look up above

The sun had changed its position
But he had never returned
She became tired of waiting
This mermaid had been spurned

She swam far away from there
And did never return
When he finally reappeared
All that was left
was the monument so taciturn

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See? – Photo Prompt

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Endless Cycle

Endless Cycle

The signal has sounded
A life is relinquished
The weight of longevity
A light extinguished

What was the beginning
is now the end
but what was once old
becomes new again

The cycle of life
for some is finite
and for others it is
a chance to reunite

Cultures do vary
and many will reincarnate
into whom Karma
has deemed appropriate

A life lived respectful of all
Humans and animals equally
One never knows who they’ll be
Anyone or anything conceivably

For others the end is the finish
Nothing left but the black
Life has been lived
There is no going back

None of us know
Until we are finally there
Tomorrow is another day
Hopefully we wll be somewhere

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Weight

Signal

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Moondance

Moondance

On the night of the dead
Dressed to disguise
My lover, I think
Looked me in the eyes

Spellbound I gazed
into the center his mask
Is this really him
I stopped myself to ask

He took my hand
and we wandered for a while
Weaving through the labyrinth
reaching the center aisle

We stopped and he whispered
Gently in my ear
Evocative words
that I wanted to hear

His voice was different
But I didn’t have a care
I shivered when we touched
I knew I shouldn’t dare

We walked on to a rivulet
Where he kissed me long
Wrapping his arms around me
So tightly and strong

We stood there together
Until I began to swoon
This was not my lover
I had just danced on the moon

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Rivulet

Dead

Center

Labyrinth

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Transition – A Haibun

Transition – A Haibun

Although we tend to look at a transition as something in forward motion and progressing, it can also represent a backward motion.  Personally I found a difficult transition was forcing myself to look back and face old demons that had been allowed to shape my life.  It was only by confronting them and choosing to do things differently that I could freely transition to a better place.

 

Racing to finish

On the wrong path to nowhere

A step back to win

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to d’Verse Poets Prompt Merril D. Smith’s Haibun Monday – Transitions

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When Your Number Is Up

When Your Number Is Up

She looked to the mountains
With the colors of red and gold
Like her brazen hair
A Celtic look strong and bold
Her husband a seaman
sailing the oceans seven
Like his father before him
a cabin boy at age eleven

Used to her loneliness
she cared for the croft
Sheep to be fed
and hay in the loft
Her feelings repressed
Who would hear her voice
The bairns too young
she didn’t have a choice

The small cottage
never dingy or unclean
A spotless home
A place that was serene
This day her thoughts
were indulgent and sublime
But they were ephemeral
Being in the world of maritime

A storm picking up
Dark clouds gathering
She rounded up the young ones
as the shutters began clattering
Just another day
This woman of resilience
Keeping home fires burning
Until her husband’s deliverance

Marking the calendar
Until his return on leave
Nine more days
Of wool to weave
One week and two days
Until he is home safe and sound
Sadly she did not know
That he had already drowned

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Repress

Dingy

Ephermeral

Sublime

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Homecoming

Homecoming

Mesmerized by the silence
In awe of the beauty
surrounding me
I am consumed by
a sense of peace
and harmony

Distant sounds of music
Drifting in the wind
Beckoning me back home
I have been gone
for a long, long time
allowing myself to roam

As tenuous as the life
of a single bloom
on a dying rose tree
As was my existence
Full of angst and turmoil
always needing to flee

Wrapped in cobwebs
my thoughts and feelings
finally uncovered
My voice was heard
and the hidden ego
ultimately rediscovered

With time to breathe
clarity was found
by prioritizing actions
My confidence regained
plans could be made
without distractions

The chasm between us
can now be bridged
Ready to return
Back to you
Living our life together
Is what I yearn

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Angst

Home

Cobweb

Prioritize

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