When Light Breaks Through

When light breaks through the heart of a writer,

a new path opens

where there was none.

And sometimes the light

for the path was there,

yet we had forgotten

where to find it.

The other day when I wrote, “Modern Love”, it was a real breakthrough for me, not because it was something new,

but because I used to write that way alot. I love writing minifiction. And in spite of everything, in spite of living in the middle

of a pandemic, my wife having cancer again, in spite of working long hours sometimes, I can still write like that,

and yes poetry too. I was encouraged and light was breaking through in many beautiful ways.

Thank you for reading!

Poem, Writing and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

The Sacred Feather

100_1051It wasn’t until he was near the top of the ridge that he distinctly heard a set of wings, it was unmistakable…

so he looked up into the brightness of the sun. He saw nothing…but felt the presence of wings.

Was it an eagle’s spirit, or an angel? He couldn’t tell. And then one single white feather, tinged with grey came floating down,

landing on his shoulder, and for some reason he felt….well protected. Then he remembered,

that feathers could be held as sacred…..he carried that feather in his hand to the top of the mountain,

then he closed his eyes, whispering a prayer. He didn’t know it then, but a very large shadow of wings covered him……

so completely.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

The Forgotten Wing

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A forgotten wing was her redemption that day, riding the line, too close to despair. She needed the mountains.

She pulled the car over, got out and lifted her hand, wanting to split open the sky….

to see all the stars and suns of the night, to discover the unknown, the whirl

of the earth’s rotation. And maybe even find that lost soul of who she was before.

“Not strong enough just yet.” she said out loud……While she pulled the clouds away, unable to open the blue.

That forgotten wing did encourage her though, and she decided one day she would know who she was,

and she would dance in the galaxies, even in the middle of the day…..

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Cherry Blossom Snow

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Cherry blossom snow covered the sky, landing on the only person in the park this sunrise, sitting

lost in her day dreaming. She wondered what if snow really was pink?

What if a really strong wind could blow away this disease? She bowed her head with tears flowing…..

she prayed. She needed the Lady of the Lake to rise up with a sword…no a vaccine.

A whirlwind filled with cherry blossum petals enveloped her, as she prayed some more weeping.

Wiping her tears in the wind, she knew it was time to go home, get out of her scrubs and get some rest….

but the whirlwind fell when her phone buzzed. The text read,

“Doctor we have 2 more cases just brought in – we’ve got it for now, but we need you in again by 7pm.”

As she rose to go, she texted quickly, and began walking home in the cherry blossum snow,

hoping and praying

for a different spring next year.

This is dedicated to all the doctors, nurses and paramedics on the front lines fighting this disease.

Thank you! You truly are heroes! 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Messenger in the Woods

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I was in prayer, walking deep into the woods that day, when I caught a glimpse of light out of the corner of my eye.

I stopped and noticed a shape fading in and out, a man dressed in the clothing of the First People.

Sea shells and talons hung dangling from his shoulders. Two feathers were tucked in his head,

tilted a certain way, which told me he was both a warrior and a messenger.

Was that a bird in his hands? When he raised his hands a set of wings was released, as he chanted blessings to the sky.

A strong wind began blowing through my hair, when I knew a strong peace had filled me, from the most ancient of times.

He was gone in a peel of thunder…..and I knew the Creator had spoken,

in a way

I could understand.

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Wings Filtering Through the Trees

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Having dispelled the rain from the forest I noticed a slight wind from east and a set wings,

filtering through the trees. I never did see her, but recognized her light, with a tinge of blue.

All she said really was, “Encourage one another, that is how you win…..”

Suddenly there were only wings in my vision, and her blinding light. An angel…..

or was she an eagle after all?

        

Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

On the Third Day

20191019_103711I was in prayer on the third day having been summoned by the mountain,

I began to climb the steep path but it was nothing but rocks and pitfalls, so battered and bruised

I hurried, realizing we needed to defeat the crows, keep them from filling the pine trees,

so bluejays could build their nests……and spring would come to us this year……finally and at last.

               

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: The term third day here, means the third day of the week, which is Tuesday. This is fiction.

The Colors of the Night Sky – Part V

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When she awoke he was already outside braving the eternal blizzard, known as the Forbidden Winter.

She began preparing to leave again, saddling her horse, checking the pack animals……

she also connected to his mind, saying…..“I’m here!” He grumbled something inaudible and said he wondered where she was….

she smiled to herself. She knew they would survive, this and many other battles.

Fighting terrible beasts known as Slashers and their demonic blades, angry Behemoths, and ti – no…..not tigers. He had the Gift of Tigers.

They would protect him and help him, sensing the gift and his spirit.

And they would never harm her, now that they shared the strength of his purple light.

After she checked her weapons, she mounted, and rode in his direction…..

“Do you sense the tiger yet?”  she asked.

“Yes, are you sure about this?……” “Yes, just follow her.” “Her?” “Yes.”

He did so without fear, as if the tiger was a friend, which to him was amazing……the tiger led him through the blinding snow.

Several hours of high winds later, he was slowing down. The wind had drained his strength. The tiger stopped when he did, looking back.

Tana gave him some incentives, visions of herself……she actually teased him, with her eyes at first.

Then her mouth, so sensual and even the tatoo on her chest. It worked. He was able to stay awake and press forward.

He yelled, “You are in so much trouble when we finally meet!”

She chuckled, and encouraged him again with her eyes……

The End.

Writing and Image  © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

The Colors of the Night Sky – Part IV

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Fusing bone back together was exhausting from this distance. She was almost a week away by horseback……

Just before dawn she decided to rest……but having touched his skin with her light,

even from this distance, she couldn’t help dreaming of him. All of the prophecies were true…..

she carried those words within her, and she could sense him, his very essence of who he was – when she healed his bone…..and even now.

She turned over, biting her lip even in her sleep.

And he could think of nothing but her, as he made ready to walk out of the landing craft into the hell of the Forbidden Winter.

The craft would be sinking into the frozen abyss within hours, according to the data.

He was mostly well, and needed to walk a little more than 4 hours until the ice field ended……

and this woman named Tana, from the Ebb People, had showed herself to him in a vision, or was it a dream?

She was the most beautiful, dazzling, yet strangest looking woman he had ever seen….Her eyes themselves seemed to be alive,

as oceans of the deepest blue. On her face were 2 small tattoos, one on each cheek, swirls symbolizing the ocean.

Her hair, was jet black, with large bangs……and yet there was purple flowing, actually flowing in her hair, in waves.

She had touched the deepest parts of him……did she know what he was thinking? How badly he wanted her?

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

The Colors of the Night Sky – Part III

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In his dream he was back at the gym, working out, working on his guns curling some barbells.

He was always happy with the way his arms turned out, especially when he caught the blond he liked, staring. Then she turned away.

“What is that noise……?” He woke up with a start wondering…..shutting off the Geo-Thermal Imaging Scanner. He began modifying the screen to accept the data.

It was -10 degrees outside, and the wind was moving at 40 miles an hour, sometimes more……

and it was snowing heavily. “Great, just great!”, He said out loud.

It was then that her colors began filling his mind……along along with the darkness of the deep night sky,

her voice so beautiful, was saying to his mind, “I can help you….with your leg…..”

He couldn’t help mentioning how cold it was outside. The colors stopped moving and disappeared leaving only the darkness of the night.

He panicked and said,

“Hello?”

He didn’t know she had stopped in her tracks, realizing now he had landed in the zone called “The Forbidden Winter”.

Swirling, pulsing, colors returned and she said,

“I can still help you…..with your leg……bare your leg so I can see it…..”

He thought of responding with something suggestive, but decided not now…..Purple light, or was it a mist? began surrounding his leg.

He fell asleep saying……

“I don’t even know your name…..”

    

Writing © Copyright 2020, ancient skies, image from National Geographic