|Martine Johanna, website|
Christie has her Fairy-Tale prompt up again! It runs through this Friday, and then another will begin.
There is a lot I like in this poem, and a lot I feel very uncertain about (the whole second stanza is especially subject to moodiness and editing). The prompt Christie gave (Martine Johanna's image on the right) is fascinating, and I just fell into a tiny part of the overall picture.
Advice, edits, critiques, and comments are always appreciated, even if you write something like "Oh Masha, oh no..no, no, no..".
Where Dreams Wait
Night builds her stars
and all the tears lonely women lose
holding arms too full of longing.
Under the half-moon
rising; she gathers in
long fingers full of silver, to burn-
votive, against the dark sky-song,
until all hang waiting
for that moment
when, falling they call
all our dreams to life.