But, I don’t want to follow you
I had to share my note about this poem so that next year when FB asks if I remember writing this I can say, yes, that was the time in winter (cold for us in East Tx 2019)that our heat and air conditioning caught fire 🔥 and staying in my home because of my animals during the low temperatures was crazy! But, it was a huge learning experience. This poem reflects my thoughts in the middle of the 5 days of freezing 🥶… the last line reveals my anger towards God or Elohim one of our gods.
Freezing hands, they are cold
The air from my mouth and nostrils is weak
The capturing of the sun goddess took time
But, it was accomplished like an animal in knots
A trap allures by temptations and it’s death slow
Why do you do this to the ones you love, master
Is your child utterly vicious and cruel
You let him have its way, huh?
You allow its perverse pleasures to manifest
You are the good one, right? Can you not be trusted?
Have you no strength or parenthood principles
Stop it! Stop it now! For you are the father of our lights.
You are the one song about throughout the land.
Stop your children from doing harm
Please, my hands are cold.
My breath is weak.
And life is moving on
But I pray that I’m not with you
BoJenn winter 2019
The orange morning pics were on 11/15/16 and the night shots were 11/16/16. The 11/16/16 is where the round artifact flies around.
I put some lenses on a couple of pics to clarify the size and density (if possible with a cell phone).
Ambling thoughtfully; analyzing this habitation
Arrived at an entrance of burnished timbers
It challenged me to set my feet onto its foundation
Staying put, contemplating the door of imagination.
Cautiously without making reckless steps
Patiently progressed one step at a time
Over the doorsill, though I, perplexed
What seemed lovely, perhaps a trap hexed
Once on the other side, standing to my surprise
The burnished timbers passed into oblivion
There stood I gazing at amazing huge butterflies
Overhead flying birds singing into their sunrise
Solely hoping for a friendly companion
Felt unaided and quite isolated
Sauntering slowly, exploring saw a canyon
There fairies frolicking, twinkling, I glanced in
Sprites, pixies, brownies and a fay
Caught my attention, and they looked my way
Surrounding me with their warily gazing and swords raised
There I bowed low, clinging to convey
No danger from me, as I meant no harm
Imparting my terrors of being alone
Unable to find, any of my kind, may you lend me a charm?
You see, the portal closed, and I must transform
Back to the place where I belong
©October 2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved
Image from FB shared photos