Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Tag: Magic
A Cold Bridge
On freezing nights when the river settles, the reflection of city lights is clearer than the real lights. She views this better on the bridge, her winter pilgrimage. Colder than the air, she grips its handrail. Her hands pull away only at the moment… Continue Reading “A Cold Bridge”
Night Orientation
Her house is sunshine, a bright glow. The wind can only brush against her windows, slip away into daylight. She warms her hands against the walls and that heat wears her palms soft. She touches you and you feel it beneath your skin. Below… Continue Reading “Night Orientation”
Wand
Cape Meares, Oregon. August 2019 Click on image to enlarge. More images can be found here, at Elan Mudrow Images
Her Voice
She had her voice and it was buried deep inside in a place so sacred, so lonely. Only occasional tears that sprung up within the course of a life could witness it in raw form. When she sang, she camouflaged it with a myriad… Continue Reading “Her Voice”
The Last True Enchanter
On nights like these, I’m a-sounding like the sublime Notes that fly. The inner voices to the outer ear One with all energies around me Including the audience’s reaction To my flight, we are together Inside our own jet stream Then, silence. The smell… Continue Reading “The Last True Enchanter”
Polished Jinx
If I could leave This charm Sitting alone On a sidewalk Waiting, To be picked up By an opportunist I would feel guilty With happiness. The gem I dug for, long ago With help by Ardent and Fervent, My two younger brothers, Placed The… Continue Reading “Polished Jinx”
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