Though it doesn’t seem possible, there’s been an even greater reduction from when this was written.
But like in cooking, life-reduction is concentrating…clarifying…purifying.
It’s good to know which way the wind blows, what is blown away in that wind, and what is instead merely sculpted, shaped, and beautified.
I am a childe of dark, a childe of light…still.
“in the ruined keep
around its empty fireplace
a shiver of ghosts” …
wailed in smoky puffs
phantom flames just out of sight
and yet heard clearly
contrapuntal shrieks
waltzed macabre with tilted dark
crawling thru the cracks
(the haiku in quotes was another person’s who made the prompt, and the other 2 verses are my reply…
the author is Jenny Gaitskill @jennygaitskell.bsky.social )
One of the best ways to use this blog is via the calendar that is at the foot of the blog, go to previous months and then select whatever date is is today and see what was flowing that day.
I find this the most effective way of interacting with my own poetry…for I freely admit that my fecund flow has a delightful way of moving over the rocks of my soul fresh…and in the rush of song things I’d forgotten can swim back round, this year’s crop of salmon running to the sea…or often it’s the grand-fish coming back home in search of completion.
Right down there…all the way down.
It occurs to me that many people who’ve followed somewhat recently may have never read this Christmas story.
Part Santa Origin tale, part traditional nativity tale…frankly I love the story and felt blessed when it arrived.
I hope you like it too.
Night still fogged my mind
As the morning softly wept
Rain would fill my day
Charissa's Grace Notes 
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