Auroral Mist

At the edge of rock and sky,

She breathed frozen air

And was energized.

Lights glowed in benediction;

She raised her arms and prayed.

Dancers flowed and twisted,

Magnetized from pole to pole,

Swirling, streaming,

In the green auroral mist.

She had to come to the end

Of the earth to kill the pain,

But instead

Was born again.

~*~

Elemental Writing Challenge: Earth/Magnetic

Opposites Attract Challenge: April 20

17 responses to “Auroral Mist

  1. WOW WOW WOW (obviously Impressed)!!!

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  2. How beautiful is this poem and the message.

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  3. This hits ever so close to home, as I am moving to Alaska a week from today. I secretly hope for the rebirth you speak of here.. Thank you.

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  4. This is ever so beautiful Paula! ❤

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  5. I really like this poem! Very beautiful, Paula!

    But, as a literalist (I do have those moments), I got hung up on the “mist” part. As someone who lives in a land with lots of aurora borealis (though not much where I live), I can tell you it’s not a mist. It’s charged particles and they are way above where weather occurs so you actually have to have clear skies to see the phenomenon.

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