A Slow Death
Rural spots
with lots of rust
and rain filled
skies
hang low
An unnatural
quiet
as water soaked
wood swells
and deteriorates
while the drip
of raindrops
is the only sound.
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Weekly Creativity Prompt – The Woods Part 2
Prompt: Pull (at least) three cards and use them to tell us a story about new beginnings.
This is part two of a previous story… The Woods – Part 1
As the young man sank beneath the earth and was accepted into her womb (The Empress), tendrils of roots slipped beneath skin and drew forth from the man’s body the essence of the man (Death).
The man’s essence traveled up from the roots of the tree to its trunk and branches that stretched high overhead (The Chariot), and in the embrace of the canopy of leaves and branches, a new bud began to grow.
Through the fall and winter months, the tight little bud remained snug on that branch, hiding the miracle within as the cold months passed by. (The Hanged Man and The Hermit)
Then one fine spring morning after the last of the morning frosts had fallen away and the world grew warm again (The Star), the little bud began to swell and the tight clench of leaves began to ease their grip (Temperance).
As the folds of leaves unfurled, the essence of what had once been the man burst forth (The Fool), his new form a small and glittering thing of earthy greens and browns with fluttering wings that shimmer in the rays of the sun. (The World).
Others like himself darted out from the leaves of the tree, coming to greet him with eager enthusiasm and together they spirited off into the depths of the forest to play like motes on a summer breeze. (The Sun and The Lovers)
DECK USED: LITTLE TWIN STARS LOVE TAROT
Gideon’s Challenge
The Spot
Come lie with me
on a bed of
feather soft moss
that tickles
against the flesh
as it cushions
our weight.
Come sleep
with me
among the ferns
and boughs
of cedar trees
that shelter
us from harm.
Photo © ZenStatePhotography
Gideon’s Challenge
Almost There
Battered and bruised
Just one day left
yet each bruise
feels deeper
than the last
and the spirit
is in tatters
of rags
edges blackened
by the scorch
of gruelling
demands for
more
than there is left
to give.
Photo © ZenStatePhotography
Gideon’s Challenge
No Cow Tipping
A walk
along the edge
of the fields
a sign
torn down
long ago
Sometimes
a sharpie
is all you need
and a little laughter
Photo © ZenStatePhotography
Gideon’s Challenge
The Easing
The day begins
with roiling clouds
and a clinging need
for sweet rain
but as hours pass
muscles relax
and the air
comes a bit
easier
one breath in
to pull in your scent
and an exhale
just to nuzzle
and do it again.
Twisting the Leaf 