skin pruned from cold
or squeezed wet
from an earthen womb
snow rain sparkles
on spider web branches
reluctant to un-shroud
our winter tomb
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Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
About Me
- Aine
- Collaborator and night owl.
Past Contests
- "Elemental" Short Fiction Contest
- "Uncovered" Short Fiction Contest
- "Silhouette" Short Fiction Contest
- "In Vino Veritas" Short Fiction Contest
- "Ascension" Short Fiction Contest
- "Running Wind" Short Fiction Contest
- "Whispers" Short Fiction Contest
- "Restless Dawn" Short Fiction Contest
- "Halo" Short Fiction Contest
- "Endless Hour" Short Fiction Contest
- "Silent Grey" Short Fiction Contest
- "Lonely Moon" Short Fiction Contest (with Anne Frasier)
- "Midnight Road" Short Fiction Contest
- "Two Lights" Short Fiction Contest
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13 comments:
Fascinating photo.....Love the poem Jason....In particular I am drawn to the line
Snow rain sparkles
I am reminded of the Snow Queen.
Love the depth and turns of your writing and your blog
Linda
Oh your words Jason. How I have missed reading them. Thanks for sharing this poem :)
That is a fantastic photo! And earthen womb captures it perfectly.
holy. that picture is amazing. and the words that go below it. just add that sweet bitterness of a lemon to go with it.
"our winter tomb"
*shivers*
That was incredible. So eerie, and the picture was awesome.
I really like the wet/cold imagery and the push through to unshroud. Perfect image to accompany, too.
Linda, thanks so much! Depth and turns...two things that I very much try to achieve here. :)
Tabitha, so great to see you! I hope that you're doing well. You were missed.
Laurel, what a weekend up in the mountains. From warm days to sleet and snow mixed with rain. But the mayapples are coming nonetheless.
Raj, thank you! The weather really cooperated for the photo.
Oddyoddyo13, yes, there was a gloom hanging on the world.
Karen, with that kind of day, I really did want to capture the wet and cold. :)
Nice pic, great poem. Assuming that's a sprouting seed or the mayapple emerging up after dying back in winter (don't know that plant's habits).... Anyway, fascinated with seeds and sprouts myself right now (you know, Dylan Thomas, what force drives the green fuse...) , so fun to find this after I haven't visited in awhile.
Leah
As lovers who break each others hearts when parting, soon enough the last of winter will be gone. During the heat of summer we will miss her most.
Leah, very cool to see you! And yes, that's an emerging mayapple. It's a fascinating plant. It grows either as a colony or a large individual (not sure). It dies back in the winter and sprouts in spring.
Walking Man, fascinating to see lovers here. I like that viewpoint. It imbues even more emotion into the theme.
So cool, spring life bursting from the tomb of winter....
Dottie :)
This is wonderful Jason! And so appropriate with all the changes in nature happening right now.
Hugs to you and Aine, G
PS: I am finally back to blogging at both of my blogs. Hope to see both of you sometime soon.
Dottie, that tomb still seems to be holding us for a while....
Geraldine, great to see you back! I'll stop by and see how things are going.
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