This island was mine,
I lived alone with everything upon it,
unnamed but known to me.
Fresh springs sparkled for my eyes only.
Twanging music accompanied the lullaby
of voices on the wind and waves.
Now I collect sticks for firewood
and share the bounty of my isle,
with no hope of unconditional love,
a gentle touch, a mate and progeny
to brighten the tempestuous sky
and new-found isolation.
The cycle of the moon is split apart
together with my hungry heart.
Kim M. Russell, 10th April 2020
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Day 10 Play it Again in April 2020: The Art of Odilon Redon, also linked to earthweal open link weekend
On 10th April 2014, Hedgewitch stunned us with the art of Odilon Redon, a French symbolist painter and illustrator, and set us an ekphrastic challenge, to select a drawing or painting by Redon and write to the subject, mood or theme it suggests. I was immediately drawn to ‘Caliban on a Branch’ as he’s a character from one of my favourite plays by William Shakespeare, The Tempest.
I’m merging this prompt with Kerry’s Skylover Wordlist, sourced from Dylan Thomas’s poetry collection Deaths and Entrances, from which the tenth word is ‘sticks’.