Beneath the storm of strings ~ A Song Conjuring
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Beneath a wilderness of winds
dreams burning, seeds bending
trees blurring in the storm
tossing songs and wolves upon the water
sounding Autumn's solemn bell
casting a mist of wounds and words
a trail of golden cups and broken birds
spinning through her eyes
strings and sounds , spilling open
a collision of memories and braided roots
tangled swans are pierced with arrows
of dying bark and knotted poems
weathered jewels and drowning bones
she holds them all ....in her shining hands
as winter's spirit falls away
Moonlight swallows the feathers and leaves
maiden of Breath begins to surface
crossing through the sunlit veils
letting go the ancient seam
in her arms of wood and metal threads
dying flowers rise from the dirt
to heal and resurrect
to ignite thunderous lullabyes
and to invoke a storm
of love letters, lost time and forgotten dreams
a single tear of summer swam
across the hidden forest of strings
into a quiet story buried deep behind
the sword in her heart
a song woven through the sweet darkness
and conjuring the remaining light left within her
carrying soft white mythical wings
a wild spirit
pulsing with new hope
for a songstress
waking herself from the whirling dust
and summoning her true freedom
~victoria pettella~
Wishing you all a beautiful day.
I love to be under the spell of creation and see what transpires..
Creative writing is a magical way to pass time..whether it comes out of the blue..
from deep within you, or whether something is calling you
to sit down and focus and build on seeds.
This series felt like an illustrative-visual-poem of songstress transforming
from pain and coming back to life, uniting with her music.
A journey of finding freedom..inner power and overcoming the hidden storms within her..
to free yourself into a world where all is new again.
I dedicate this to anyone who has ridden an inner storm
and created something beautiful from it..
Victoria~
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