crossing the bog

Medium

Digital

Artist Notes

© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved _____________________________________________________________________________________________ ignis fatuus _____________________________________________________________________________________________ there’s a fine mist over the future that gives it a sheen of promise, compelling the traveller to continue the interminable march in its direction. how often does that glimmer prove true, spilling a cornucopia of blessings into the lap of the pilgrim – and how often is it merely a will-o-the-wisp faerie light, evaporating slyly as one foot after the other sinks ankle deep in mire? _____________________________________________________________________________________________ my shoes are stained with mud, my ankles boast the cuts and scratches of the bogthorn’s embrace. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ there have been times I felt that sinister sucking reluctant to let go but somehow always managed not to panic, always managed to work free and redirect myself, even if only to temporary sanctuary. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ my shoes are stained with mud, my ankles boast the cuts and scratches of the bogthorn’s embrace. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ I look ahead and see the future once more reflecting radiance that pulls me, robotlike, to claim it. who knows if this will be the time I find that blue oasis rather than the sour grey swamp whose mocking face is so familiar? ~ © 2012 Regina Coeli deWinter