Going my own runaway way blindsided, both ears stoppered like that pilgrim fleeing for life eternal life. Yet the Celestial city far too far away, far fetched, fabled only the castle of Doubt, secure as stone, impregnable. * But sanctuary is solitary even dry dust assembles to migrate in beams of light Star maps panned the Autumn skies and in late adolescent dusk a silent, sensile S.O.S. I saw the sisters Pleiades arise incandescent, clustered, dot-dot dashing off their beacon call. And feeling faith, after all, something like an uplift, as a falling leaf before it finds the ground
- allusions from John Bunyan “Pilgrim’s Progress”
For Lisa’s Poetics prompt: Semiotics: Reading the Signs one choice is to write about a sign we encountered and interpreted.
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