By my magic, I have waked the brooks and reeds.
I have called forth the winds.
My project, to make an art of nature.
I was but air,
were I human, flesh and blood, and one of their kind,
I would become tender, forgive, take part in feeling
and turn the green sea azure, the earth made free.
[This work was from the Cut-up (Jigsaw) Salon, September-17]
28 September 2017
Voima Oy lives on the western rim of Chicago, near the expressway and the Blue Line trains. Her writing can be found in both FlashDogs anthologies, and online at Flash!Friday, Angry Hourglass, FlashFlood and Visual Verse. Proud FlashDog. She may be read at Welcome to Veridian and @voimaoy.
