Peacemaker

Peacemaker

I sense enmity
my nerves are taut
my heart
dreadfully still
my soul alert
sensing its destruction
something evil
is stalking me

Suddenly
my heart moves
feels sobbing

my eyes dart
Only an Indian
he is crying
his voice throbbing
a song
of horror
betrayal
destruction

Braiding
amid
tear drops
dew drops
of sparkling
purity
innocence
a wonder
of sacred things

He broke
my heart
my tears
bled into his
I understand
Listening
to his song

I recognized
my enemy
It was myself.

Message from Angelica

Thanks to Angelica of https://amovitam.ca/ for this lovely message and poem.

“I wanted to use it for something special, the payment I got for my first published story. And I found the very thing at the local Christmas Art Show: a painting by my favourite artist, Eveline Wallace. It was priced exactly right.

The actual title of this piece is “Snow”, but I call it “Peace Angel”. (I told Eveline about it, and she approves.) He’s such a cool dude, that angel. So I wrote a poem about him, and here it is – my Christmas greeting to you.”

Peace Angel

PEACE ANGEL

Knobbly knees
A Georgian frock coat
Spiked hair like he is
From The Rise of the Guardians
And on his bent arm
The dove.

Snow whirls around him
As he says without words

That peace
Is not saccharine sweetness
Or fluffy emotion

But power,
Fierce courage,
And strength.

 

Transmutation (Rebirth)

This sketch (pencil on canvas)represents the evolution
of mankind toward brinkmanship. The tiny printing under
the sketch (anthropocene) refers to the age where
mankind’s influence on the climate and environment
of the planet has been dominant.

transmutation

Transmutation (rebirth) by Eveline Wallace