Nearly Still Life, Shire Morning by Juleigh Howard-Hobson

A Country Lane by Arthur Claude Strachen, undated but sometime in the late 1800s

Furling—and then uncurling—thin smoke slides

in lazy spirals which moor the morning

as it dashes up from night. Breezes cross,

re-arranging greyness along the yards

where it mingles with fruit blossoms. Inside

the brightly lit cottages the dawn brings

great thoughts of bacon, toast, brimming tea pots.

White sunshine pulses out from behind red-

tinged hills that touched the edge of dawn. Hens scratch

and send up their cackles to the shire’s trees

where smoke has trailed and petals head ground-ward,

soft falling—grey and pink—until they catch

the brisk currents of the new morning’s breeze

and swirl, mid air, in perfect disregard.

~

Juleigh Howard-Hobson believes that most myth is history woven into literary forms, and that fantasy represents the external face of our inner need to keep our great mythological truths alive, and with these truths…our souls.  Her other worldly writings have appeared in such venues as Mandragora (Scarlett Imprint), It Lives (Rune Wright), Etched Offerings: Voices From The Cauldron of Story (Misanthrope Press), Megalithic Poems, Enchanted Conversation, Idunna, Hex Magazine, New Witch, The Journal of Contemporary Heathen Thought, Odin’s Gift, New Heathen’s Almanac, Orb, Soundzine (the luck issue), and Umbrella (the faith issue). She is the Assistant Poetry Editor of Able Muse.

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