A Sleep. A Dream. An Idea.

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Fantastical pneuma,
where imagination
left floating in perpetual motion
became the stars of night lodged in her eyes.
Her dancing,
turning the darkness
into creative delight
where incantation was inspiration,
a sleep, a dream, an idea.

Watercolor oscillations,
flowing on a vertical line
pointed her on a spinning compass
towards the cherished ignition in her mind.
Her steps,
climbing backwards stairs
and transcending normalcy,
were feminine expressiveness,
a sleep, a dream, an idea.

©February 2022
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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