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:
The idilic life. Or so we are told. But think deeper.
Blessings and Bear hugs!
smiles....we went somewhat similar, starting with the crone....its cool that her self is free...there is a nice peaceful freedom in this...
summers can make a beautiful person lazy... :)
Lovely freedom...
There is a peacefulness about this so nice that she is free flying somewhere high above.
I love this .... very dreamy and happy.
Oneirically Splendide !
Such summer intensity.....laid back and beautiful.
This has a lovely, indolent, tranquil feel to it. Love it! xx
Somehow drifting into that avatar.. yes I can see the mind is on wings.. wonderful writing.
Gentle and lucid work. Lovely.
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!
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!
Now this I can understand - the poem really flows - like perpetual summer.
Nice one Gail ~ Eddie
Wrong email address
. . . .and sorry Cait (not Gail)
Clouds and Silvery Linings
Ah, this is lovely. :-) I love that you took the prompt towards freedom and empowerment.
The essence of freedom, just to be. You've captured it well, here, Cait.
I feel the freedom...and the spirit of your words really fits the image.
=)
Simply lovely to laze around in sultry slumpber...
Oh yes, I do believe her love will set her free.
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