“We have aided in the footwork. No, we are the footwork.”
That turn is powerful. The sun becomes both goddess and accusation, transforming oppressive heat into something humanity has helped summon upon itself.
Visceral. Inventive. Unsettling. I'M SUBSCRIBING!
I write at The Reflective State, where one of my ongoing series is Mountain Mysteries—atmospheric tales of mystery, folklore and the unexplained set in the mountains of India.
If curiosity ever brings you my way, I'd genuinely love to know what you think.
Sometimes nature stops feeling like something outside us and becomes a reflection of what we helped create. That “we are the footwork” makes it impossible to remain mere spectators.
The fucking sun is choke slamming people up in here!!!!!!
Beatiful imagery, Holly. You painted the picture so well, you probably didn't even need to tell us the goddess was the sun at the beginning, and just let us revel in her mystique as you built her up.
You’re right the title gave it away anyway I think I just wanted to call her a goddess thank you so much for the compliments and lol to the sun choke slamming people I need to find a new venue I’ve noticed I’m in the damn car in every other poem !
Stunning piece. It evokes emotions. 🎀🪄reading this piece was Truly a cathartic experience. ✨
Gorgeous
that black hole sun is scary!
Thankyou mwuhahahah
“We have aided in the footwork. No, we are the footwork.”
That turn is powerful. The sun becomes both goddess and accusation, transforming oppressive heat into something humanity has helped summon upon itself.
Visceral. Inventive. Unsettling. I'M SUBSCRIBING!
I write at The Reflective State, where one of my ongoing series is Mountain Mysteries—atmospheric tales of mystery, folklore and the unexplained set in the mountains of India.
If curiosity ever brings you my way, I'd genuinely love to know what you think.
Thank you so much for reading and interacting with my work I so appreciate it! I will absolutely check out your work as well !
Sometimes nature stops feeling like something outside us and becomes a reflection of what we helped create. That “we are the footwork” makes it impossible to remain mere spectators.
The fucking sun is choke slamming people up in here!!!!!!
Beatiful imagery, Holly. You painted the picture so well, you probably didn't even need to tell us the goddess was the sun at the beginning, and just let us revel in her mystique as you built her up.
You’re right the title gave it away anyway I think I just wanted to call her a goddess thank you so much for the compliments and lol to the sun choke slamming people I need to find a new venue I’ve noticed I’m in the damn car in every other poem !
lol I didn’t even notice you were in the car again.
Just write an entire collection of poems that take place in the car.
Call it…Tire-d
Solved.