A Cruel Mistress?
Conviction endangers your freedom and clarity
Her breath a rusted swing
It slides down an indifferent playground
Wades through ink sliced by moonbeams
And lands upon my fingertips
Tasting of crucible steel and decay
She grips her dagger by the blade
Threatening the world with the simple bronze handle
As crimson canyons precipitate upon the hickory boards below
Conviction is not a murderess
She is an altruistic master
Intentions are her whips
Misguidance is her shackle
Blindness and she will set you free
Trust and she will heal your wounds
About the Creator
Diane Guy
Irish meadows captivate me. Mutterings of my urban home deafen me. Bitterness of joy and sweetness of vengeance consume me.
The Ritual of Winter Challenge Winners
Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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