MerrilDSmith of dVerse Poets Pub has given us the following prompt from May Sarton’s ‘Meditation in sunlight’:
“In space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea”
and the following constraints for using it:
“Today the prompt is for Prosery, where we write prose, not poetry. Prosery can be flash-fiction or creative non-fiction, but it is short prose no longer than 144 words in total (not including the title). It must be prose, not poetry (no versification, line breaks, meter, etc), and most importantly, it must include the given poetry line, word for word, within the prose.”
Above Oak Sea at my back, forwards past honeysuckle, led by Jason's voice. Before I reach Hardwick Wood, I encounter Oak. Turn aside and touch his fissured bark, feeling the residual heat of the sun. Then straddling the trunk, limbs, boughs, I'll clamber to the uttermost, and reach the Ladder through the clouds, ascending to the Upper World. They guide by Drum, my friends the Shamanic practitioners, and its influence is benign. Relaxed and safe, I face my Spirit Guide: visible, or felt, or sensed as light. My intention, the questions, a waiting-in-service open to revelation, up there. When I hear the call-back beat I'll descend the Ladder, the branches, boughs and limbs of Oak, past Tawny Owl. Meanwhile I rest for a moment in space, in time. I sit thousands of feet above the sea, in a realm beyond cloud, beyond sky. Waiting for words. © Kathy Labrum McVittie 13 March 2023
Sacred space, where there are no words. Thank you for taking us there, Kathy.
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Glad you came along too, Lisa!
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You create such a great atmosphere here.
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Thank you! I enjoyed recalling drum-journeys to that place-and-space.
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A gorgeous write, Kathy ❤
~David
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It seemed very natural to offer, as I had just been at an online meeting with that commmunity which is called The Way of the Buzzard, and offers Earth Path guidance in NW England and online.
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Sounds like a good place to be. (K)
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A good place for a litle while. The air is too rarefied to stay around so high up for very long. But the drum calls us back to Oak and Owl.
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Oaks are very special. We have a big, old oak in our yard. Your piece brings a sense of peace. Thank you for taking us on your journey.
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I hope that you find peace and strength beneath your veteran Oak, which stretches out, like us, between Earth and Sky.
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Thank you! 💙
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I love this magic climb… too real for a dream, too magic to be real.
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Indeed, what is reality?
I have been to those upper places in a gentle trance state from a drum beat. Other times to the lower world, the animal realm, where White Wolf companions me.
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beautiful sacred space ❤
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Thank you and welcome!
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I’ve been there. Shamanic drumming. Refreshing otherworldly words.
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That puts a smile on my face. Happy Equinox to you Colleen, and balance between Earth and Air
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