Friday, 7 October 2016

aurora



the leaves on the trees, at the end of the forest trail that leads to the lake,
twinkle in early morning dew … shimmering hues – more blue than green,
that flutter and part – like a curtain

often I came upon her there,
bare feet planted in the sands of the beach, looking out over the water

and although she would stand so still that it seemed her mind had drifted far away,
she would always say:  hello, before she turned in my direction

she told me that she lived nearby and came to the place to feel her soul stir …
as I came – to soothe mine

her voice sparkled like a good secret, tinkling over splendid notes of words,
as she shared wonderful stories that she gathered like pine cones
which fell, ethereally, from shape-shifting cloud mirages …
or were conjured up in glittered dances on lake water …
or tumbled forth in cascades of soft bough waves and rustling whiffle branches:
in the language of this earth

she was from another time … a lovely ancient,
who had passed through more-than-ninety winter solstices …
though, in truth, it seemed impossible that a mortal could reach such an age
and still see the world, so kindly, in wide-eyed astonishment … as was her way

so different, was she, from what I had seen of elderly human beings
I imagined that she must have been born on an aurora night …
and the magic lights had shone upon her
conferring a spell of peace and grace … for surely,
she had to have been heaven blessed –
to emanate such an essence of … happiness

and though, it has been many years since we have come together
in that spirit place – embraced by the gladdening trees –
I think of her often, and recall her wise words that float like blue leaves on a breeze:

~ 
a lot of living is lived in between:
where most people live – from what I have seen …
but I’ve always believed, from childhood –
if life isn’t bad … then, life is good 

 
notes: prose poem and rhyming coda.

spirit of place refers to the unique, distinctive and cherished aspects of a place; often those celebrated by artists and writers (Wikipedia)

photos:  [top] Light Show – W. Bourke (This began as a picture I took of a path that led to a beach by a lake.  I had great fun playing around with it with photo software.)

[bottom] aurora borealis on public domain – (my very first public domain photograph – but, as the alternative was sitting in a snowbank with a camera for a few years, it seemed a more viable option.  I did see the Northern Lights several times, as a child in Northern Ontario - usually in very early fall, as I recall.  If I'd only known then that one day I'd have a blog - sigh ... but, I'm afraid that was my last chance at a shot of them – smiles) 

© 2016 Wendy Bourke

19 comments:

  1. Strikes me as magical realism, Wendy. You made it seem real though, and sometimes one can learn so much from these surreal experiences!

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  2. she must have been born on an aurora night... a beautiful thought and shimming imagery.

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  3. We are always entranced by magic.

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  4. her voice sparkled like a good secret - yes..it does.. i love the perspective and the deep blue wonder you evoke.. shh.. keep sparkling ;)

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  5. What a stunning poem this is Wendy, it is so beautiful and I loved every word you wrote.

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  6. Ah! A spirit guide Wendy, we all have them, I'm sure - would we more often take the time to notice... Another beautiful and inspiring read this morning.. Thank you...

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  7. This sounds almost magic, though every thing seems real... and that last sentence seems like a wisdom to live by... Wonderful

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  8. This is lovely. She must have been kissed with the love of nature as a child, to have carried that enchantment throughout her life. I love the idea of those "gladdening trees". Loved this tale, Wendy. So beautifully written.

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  9. I am most drawn to that image of gathering stories like pine cones. That is wonderful.

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  10. Always luv a fantasy tale, this one did not disappoint

    "her voice sparkled like a good secret, tinkling over splendid notes of words,"

    my favourite line

    much love...

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  11. The setting here is so enchanting, as is the dear lady, who seems quite sage. Beautifully, artistically penned.

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  12. She has carried the magic of life through the many phases of the moon..perhaps, she carries the magic in her heart.

    she was from another time … a lovely ancient,
    who had passed through more-than-ninety winter solstices …

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  13. she must have been born on an aurora night …
    and the magic lights had shone upon her
    conferring a spell of peace and grace

    How blessed and privileged a person can be. It appears to be life protected and given to good things! Great lines there Wendy!

    Hank

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  14. What a wonderful connection! Delightfully told.

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  15. Now that is a piece of writing I really did enjoy reading, twice.

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  16. What a lovely and magical encounter of the kindred spirit ~

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