The Sound of Ink

Head On A Stem, 'noir' by Odilon Redon A fairy moon blooms among bones in Insolent’s garden of sticks and stones. Seeded to grow where wishes aren’t fed, she bonnets her dark side where anger is led. Daughter of sky and siren of sea she drinks light from a candle and brews impish tea. In the hail of scissor wind she boldly protects her stem so harrier blade can't cut her. ©Susie Clevenger 2020 #napowritmo2020 Day 10 Inspired by: Real Toads ~  Art of Odilon Redon Real Toads ~ April 2020 Day 10

Image Source ~ Alastair Magnaldo There are many things I’ll never have in this circus of the sun. Days add and subtract, glow bright even in the sweater gray of grief. Not every ladder climb reaches a dream, but those that do imprint the spirit and keeps my heart reaching toward hope. Life is a high wire walk through light and darkness. I know I can make it if I carry at least one pocketful of sun. ©Susie Clevenger 2019 The Sunday Muse #75