His Restless Nature

 

He is restless

Constantly in motion

Like smoke billowing through the air

Never still: twisting, contorting

Fleeing one second, attacking the next

As changeable as the wind

Creating flawless works of art with a flick of his fingers:

Goddesses, and elves, and water-nymphs

Their long-lashed eyes gazing down from the heavens…

But only for a heartbeat, a snapshot:

Before they become boring, and torn to shreds

By his own restless nature

Moving on, moving away

Fleeing from himself

Leaving behind scraps of beauty:

A glimpse, perhaps,

Of what he could do, of what he could become

If only his head

Was not stuck in the clouds.

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4 Comments

  1. Oh so brilliant! I loved the concept and the execution. At first I thought you were talking about the gods creating and destroying before I realised the twist. Fantastic! I loved these lines ‘Goddesses, and elves, and water-nymphs/Their long-lashed eyes gazing down from the heavens…/But only for a heartbeat, a snapshot:/Before they become boring, and torn to shreds’ Great work, Tanitha. I’m very glad you contributed this week to Picture it & write!

    – Ermisenda

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