Seed is the template
and the mystery of wheat
brings the bread of life
Light is nourishment
earth and water sustaining
Fire transforms the mix
raising the ingredients
manna from heaven
At dVerse Grace’s prompt is BREAD
Rescued from incarceration in King Darius’ Den
and the laws of the Medes and Persians
Daniel’s devoted lion watches over him
sleeping in his coat of many colours.
Lion loves his freedom with the wandering minstrel.
The clay jar gave succulent sips of wine
Lion has filled it with water divine.
The picture is from The Mag by Tess Kincaid and offered to dVerse open night.
Stillness abides in the silence of snowflakes.
Frozen jewels of sacred geometry
reflections of the complexity of creation.
Water frozen into soft whiteness layer upon layer
transformed by the temperature of air.
Within this window burns my log fire
warming me and sending
fragrant smoke through the chimney.
Transformation of elemental energy
upon the Kingdom of Earth.
Written for the Mag picture prompt supplied by Tess Kincaid
‘The Mill’ by Andrew Wyeth
I crouched terrified by the fire as the wind screamed and howled.
Waves crashed against the rocks and spewed on to the summer terrace, the last trickles reaching full up to the french window.
I held my breath as the next assault of water carried away the forward supporting beam of the terrace roof which dangled dangerously before crashing down into a pile of rubble.
I had never seen the sea so frenzied. Should its fury break the window of the forgotten fort I had made my home I knew I should be doomed to the deep.
Salt spray trickled down the panes on to the terrace making strange patterns on the glass.
The log fire hissed at the drops down the chimney.
I was at the ocean’s mercy, its power held me motionless.
A translucent light began to glimmer outside the window and amid the roaring of the storm I seemed to hear a deep voice call my name.
A huge figure stood still and strong taking the full force of the water to protect the vulnerable wall where I had made the window.
I sighed to the God of the Sea.
An ageless beauty
Morgan shone like the full moon
silver on the sea.
She gathered driftwood
smooth and polished by the waves
to build her pyre.
She stacked carefully
kindling sticks, then weathered beams
from forgotten wrecks.
A pyramid fire
upon the seashore tide line
where waves tug and lick.
An island of fire
in elemental water
power of magic.
She gazed in the flames
until the water claimed them
and her to the sea.
Inspired by ‘The Sea Priestess’ by Dion Fortune.
Photo from The New Scientist. Sound waves ripple the Sun’s outer atmosphere.
Sound creates matter.
The mystery of the word.
Waves of vibration.
Waves of the ocean
follow the pull of the moon
crashing or rippling.
Prompt WAVES from The Height of Haiku April Challenge.
In still reflections
trees seen above and below.
so no rustle or ripple
breaks the spell of the moment.