Only the question
mattered more than the answer
Twined cause and effect
Common inquiry
A probe into grey matter
Symptom of the quest
Pillars of queries
Symbols of the need to know
A trace of lives lived
Myriads of half-truths
Sign of the times etched in blood
Reality blurred
Picking up the clues
Omen of a time gone by
Skies high in bosom
She survived inquests
Her mind a token of light
A flag flying high
Reading of the poem:
Strings of a Bard (acoustic) - Estas Tonne (2021)
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words question and sign or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/08/23/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-372-question-and-sign/
Children of morrows;
their cries ringing everywhere
soaking Earth purple
Foggy landscapes met
teary eye saturated
with pains of fledglings
Stormy weather formed
flower of life in my chest
that drenched my heart red
Pouring rain renewed
hope in another Earth’s rise
The bud of my thoughts
Petals bloomed in mind
blossoms of tomorrow’s world
that dewy drops spelt
Misty skies breathed soft
whispers of promises kept
Wet grass tickled feet
The Frost Chronicles 6: The secret world of the Marid part 4
7 May 2020
Courtesy Christian Schloe
The Marid seemed to sense her presence shortly after she had sunk into the ground and turned to scrutinize her. They did not seem hostile but neither did they seem friendly nor happy that she was there among them. Some of them were whispering to each other and pointing towards her. Others were looking back and forth at her and at her half-father. They seemed to be making some connection. Her half-father rose from his throne laying the scepter aside and made his way through the half circle to where she was.
You should not be here, he said in her mind
I needed to see you, she answered
This is not the right time. I will come to you later or tomorrow
I need your help now
I am sure this can wait. I sense what you need to ask of me and this can wait. I have an important meeting now.
I will go then but I am not sure how to get out of here. It seemed very natural to sink into the ground but now I feel stuck and cannot rise out of here.
In a flash she felt herself lifted and the Marid had transported her back into her flat. She had not even felt the resistance of the ground nor did it even seem that time had gone by when she had been lifted into the outside. At the same time the part of her that was high in the skies reintegrated her as if she were a bubble. It made her think of soap bubbles sticking to each other and then forming another larger bubble. Without a further word, the Marid left her and returned to his meeting.
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