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Alexander Averin

Sunday, 22 June 2014

Avatar


 Sweet Summer 1912 John William Waterhouse




Avatar.  Hinduism.  A manifestation of a deity or released soul in bodily form on earth; an incarnate divine teacher.


Avatar


No more the crone, she lies alone, basking
in a perpetual summer; soaking
in the sweetness of the scent of roses
and the sleekness of her grey silk clinging.
A sash of russet tied around her waist,
breast-bared and cooling in the sultry heat,
just the sounds of birds and water singing.
This is her one true dream, her avatar.
At peace, restored, her beauty everlasting,
no more the victim, no more the doom, no
more the dread, a victim of life’s vagaries.
She lies, she sleeps, completely lost in love
and dreams of just its pleasing fripperies,
no need for knights in gleaming armouries
to save her from herself.  Her self is free,
and flying now, somewhere high above, it
floats at whim and far away from all the
suffering of life and its mendacities
.


Cait O’Connor




This is my latest Magpie Tale, more can be read here



20 comments:

Rob-bear said...

The idilic life. Or so we are told. But think deeper.

Blessings and Bear hugs!

Brian Miller said...

smiles....we went somewhat similar, starting with the crone....its cool that her self is free...there is a nice peaceful freedom in this...

Arushi Ahuja said...

summers can make a beautiful person lazy... :)

Tess Kincaid said...

Lovely freedom...

Truedessa said...

There is a peacefulness about this so nice that she is free flying somewhere high above.

Mrs Black the shoppe keeping cat said...

I love this .... very dreamy and happy.

Kutamun said...

Oneirically Splendide !

Helena said...

Such summer intensity.....laid back and beautiful.

Irish Eyes said...

This has a lovely, indolent, tranquil feel to it. Love it! xx

Björn Rudberg said...

Somehow drifting into that avatar.. yes I can see the mind is on wings.. wonderful writing.

Doctor FTSE said...

Gentle and lucid work. Lovely.

Mary said...

Hi Cait, love the sense of freedom flowing from this piece ... ahh the joys of being free from the fast pace of life. I like it!

Mary said...

Hi Cait, love the sense of freedom flowing from this piece ... ahh the joys of being free from the fast pace of life. I like it!

Eddie said...

Now this I can understand - the poem really flows - like perpetual summer.
Nice one Gail ~ Eddie

Eddie Bluelights said...

Wrong email address

. . . .and sorry Cait (not Gail)

Clouds and Silvery Linings

mywordwall said...

Ah, this is lovely. :-) I love that you took the prompt towards freedom and empowerment.

agentrodsmith said...

The essence of freedom, just to be. You've captured it well, here, Cait.

Sue said...

I feel the freedom...and the spirit of your words really fits the image.

=)

freyawrites.com said...

Simply lovely to laze around in sultry slumpber...

Karen S. said...

Oh yes, I do believe her love will set her free.