Please take out a long timeless moment and read these beautiful and strong words painted by the ink of a bard, a wild and fierce amazone soaring on winds of love, breathing in freedom and along the way being touched by this photo of mine to land this powerful tale of life through her eyes. I am honoured.
In a music-filled room
Where this dreamer sits,
With echoing strings
And haunting voices
Resonating around me…
Unbidden tears drop
From blinking eyes
As I write with care-
The Memoriam,
For cooled ashes
That will soon live forever,
Amongst the elk
And the forests of the Pacific Northwest;
The poetry,
Remembering and rejoicing the life
Of a lost father;
Crafting words from a scarred, worn desk
With a old feathered quill,
That with every stroke of ink on paper…
Whispers wild tales
Of its former life-
In the unclouded skies,
Among the trees
And the melody of birdsong,
Longing to become whole…
To be nestled within wings again.
The yearning to be Other-
To be elsewhere,
From the lamenting feather
Within my shaking hand…
Sounds a plea to my soul
So loudly
As I write-
That when I look up
And I gaze into an image
Of a faraway shore
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Hanne T. Fisker Photography 
Hanne~Thank you for re-blogging my poem in your pages here, and for consenting to a lovely collaboration with your fantastic photography as the muse…and for your sweet and heartfelt words that accompany it. ~Love & Blessings, Holly
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Your writing always draws me in, Holly. I’m happy a photo of mine could pass that on and back to you.
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Excellent. 🙂
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She is some bard, this mighty woman 🙂
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