Good Morning! It’s One Shoot Sunday again! The following is quoted to attribute the photographer and the site that supports and encourages The Poetry Challenge of One Shoot Sunday.
‘Tis good to have choices… Fellow artist and One Shoot Sunday alumnus, James Rainsford understands that and has even suggested an excellent picture prompt challenge. So take your pick. Go on, James offers us five photos.
For more examples of James’ art see:
The Sanctum of Sanity
Poems from James’ new collection
I sit amongst the trees
my soul, I rest in unkempt grasses
cushioned among hills of moss
which grows, where
the sun cannot penetrate
the great ceiling of leaves.
The clover stretches endlessly
yet a part of such a place.
The leaves quiver,
as boughs are waved
glimpse of tiny angel’s eyes,
they peek shyly ’round the limbs
of one so aged and strong
secrets known, before
the human race display
upon the dirty streets
and poisons we disperse
shall please those of a soul
the mighty aged trunks
and leaning one by one…
a tiny twinkle far away,
a child, no more than three
flies dancing with the trees
Just in that moment
the sun’s sharp rays come piercing down
through shadows in the wood
out man’s noise
His arms outspread
and turning ’round
trees spin above his head
A child will free us all
They shall dispel man’s dread.
–by Elisabeth Connelley
7 thoughts on “One Shoot Sunday and A Child–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley”
In the confined spaces of our darkness a little child may bring us light! A beautiful, descriptive poem!
A lovely windswept feel to your prose. The introduction of the child provides hope after the undercurrents of bleakness set tone to fit the pic. Written wonderfully.
great flow in your writing…and i simply loved the..no more than three
flies dancing with the trees…such vivid pictures you create..
I loved this. “The sun’s sharp rays come piercing down.” A powerful line of truth and hope. A great voice. I enjoyed the honesty of your words.
love the way you present out of the shadows…a child will save us all…nice
Beautiful photo choice and your poem really speaks to me – particularly the last lines …
“A child will free us all
They shall dispel man’s dread.”
The green pulls pulls pull us in the picture and we’re the child in your poem, enchanted. And perhaps man’s dread shall abate.