by Ginny Short
When Ginny is not examining flowers with a close-up lens, or watching how the scales on a lizard’s back glint in the sun she can usually be found writing. Writing is a passion that comes from her love of the natural world and has always been her saving grace. “I can’t think of how many times a line from a poem or story would run through my mind during a particularly difficult time, a hot air balloon that helped to lift me, my mind, my heart to a place where I could see the rapids I was caught in. Writing frames a path within that leads from the landscape of the world to the poetry of grace, places I find heartbreakingly beautiful and stunningly brutal. A place where hot air balloons are always needed!” She loves reading, writing, photography and playing with her abundant menagerie, all of whom are rescue animals.
This piece was sparked by the Notebooking Daily 2020 Writing Exercise Series #340: Erasing EAP “Berenice” 1 which was to make an erasure from the first 1/4 of the Edgar Allen Poe story Berenice.
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rasure
-Dicebat amicae*
Misery is
a consequence of memory
or agonies which might have been.
My
frescos tapestries
and nature
sufficient evidence to
recollect that chamber
the soul has
sound
like a shadow
in sunlight
awaking into
wild monastic thought
that
dissipated in reverie; but
an inversion took place in my thought.
while the land dreams
itself.
*Speak, friend