Hold fast to the tiller, to Gods of wind and waves, through storms and dreams,
through heartbeat of wings that arc and swoop and cry for land. Now is the time for faith, strength and courage.
We are not what we once were. The rushing waves break open our hearts, revealing the lies we told ourselves.
Swim, little fish, swim now to the edge and rest where the sky meets the horizon and see, in-between.
Image from a copy of my original oil painting from ‘Cynefin’ collection, a selection of paintings and prose, exhibited in Waterford, Ireland 2017.
Through a weave of variegated ivy leaves,
upon which light and shade played games
my imagination, the truncated tree presented
a face of hollow cheeks and hollow eyes that
questioned my beliefs.
During long winter months, while rain and gales
rampaged, scattering and flinging in a whirl of
winter chaos, the trunk held fast to its roots,
small creatures sought refuge in
and healthy growth but what were my truths.
Thoughts of Celtic Gods and Goddesses occupied my mind, until spring came shyly
through a cloud of leafy tendrils
that framed her face and a crown of green was placed,
for a mythical
Goddess Queen, Druantia, protector of trees, grounding my beliefs and responsibility.
Hold fast to the tiller,
to Gods of wind and waves.
Through storms and dreams,
through heartbeat of wings
that arc and swoop and cry for land.
Art © 2014 TCFlynn @ Masked Native
In response to
blog post, ivonprefontaine I am making a return to WordPress with this updated post. With thanks for his word prompt TakingThe Helm, Adrift and look forward to catching up with my WordPress friends again.