The Oracle didn’t send this one, or if she did, it was without me consulting her. Life is so busy at present; I’m juggling too many projects, too many visitors, and several back issues over the last three weeks. Excuses, I know, so here is the poem I wrote for yesterday’s Broken Spine prompt (blood), topical for yesterday and today.

For this one night

Night dark is spangled and netted with stars,
crisp glitter, tears in our eyes,
the cry of an owl.

Almost I can believe I see beyond, to the place
that is always summer of plenty and laughter,
where love never fades.

In the wind that blows
between one year and the next,
I hear the whispered voices, never forgotten,
the soft tread of feet that know the way home,

and in the wavering candle flame,
sparks rising to confound themselves among the stars,
I feel the flutter of so many gentle hands.