Life had become a no-man’s land
bristling with blackened stumps
and fallen trunks, an ancient bog
where once a forest grew – until the fog
of despair doused the light
that had burned strong and bright,
destroyed by passion out of control.
Shrouded peat was pocked with charcoal
and twisted roots eroded toxic soil.
Between blackened tentacles
a glint appeared, a phoenix
ready to raise its pinions
and fly again, a prodigal soul.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
Paul has shared a video clip and lyrics from a Waterboy’s tune, from which the prompt for tonight’s Poetics has been birthed. He would like us to write soulful poems, soul gazing haibun, soul-filled sonnets, soul-soup-mélanges, stories of Motown soul, and for added inspiration, has shared a quote from Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom, by John O’Donohue:
“Once the soul awakens, the search begins and you can never go back. From then on, you are inflamed with a special longing that will never again let you linger in the lowlands of complacency and partial fulfilment. The eternal makes you urgent. You are loath to let compromise or the threat of danger hold you back from striving toward the summit of fulfilment.”