Castings Shuttered doors invoke clautrophobia, thus mine stay open. Even doors I'd like to slam shut, bolt and toss the key off a cliff remain at least cracked. Cracked like splintered nightmares that loom at inopportune moments. Locked in Jovian mirrored maze, seeking a non-reflection leading out, beyond the looking glass world into a place where fractured splinters no longer shard into daggers of hurt, of pain. All labyrinths have an exit. Instead, I desire to expell these doubts but know, tis far better to, instead, cast them into a mold of clay to sit in perfumed garden where vines can scandent, clinging to weathered cracks, and, eventually, break down the oft thrown stones into sand. Then, and only then can new doors be flung wide, let cleansing winds blow self-doubt to the far reaches of never more. Come vast distance, now just need final step -- over the threshold. Prompt for: Feb 10 (Fyn) Subject or Theme: A wish or a dream for the 'new year' - no world peace or a cure for a disease or unlimited money, give us a 'personal to you' dream. Doesn't have to be realistic or practical but something you'd really like to accomplish or do or a place you'd like to go. Or maybe something you'd like to have. Must involve a 'doorway' of some sort. Word(s) to Include: scandent, Janus, cast, <----do look the words up if you aren't familiar with them. Note: many have multiple deffinitions!! Dare to use the less obvious! (or any derivatives of these words) Forbidden Word(s): dream, wish, go, do, see, want, close (or any derivatives of these words) Additional Parameters: at least 18 lines. Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description. |