For visually challenged writers, the image shows a female figure, translucent and rainbow coloured, emerging from mist in which many shapes move. She is holding a bowl. Before her are strange blue pinnacles… which could be close or distant, spires, ice or… something else…
I let the iridescent colours flood my mind as I watched
this ethereal woman holding a bowl towards me
When she spoke, I felt electricity run through my veins
A warm caress of something strange
Half remembered, yet with no name
Had I stood on this same spot before?
Why is she holding the bowl towards me?
That I remember filling in my teens
Long forgotten now
Am I being given another chance to fill the bowl?
With the right things.
Thoughts, desires for the life ahead?
I stood there thinking, be careful what you wish for
A warning flashing like a neon light inside my head
So I asked that the bowl contain
Gratitude for all I have and all I shall receive…