Shadows and Rainbows

The season frolics through my words, and my soul shudders under sun-teased pleasures. I smile, delighting in the way my dark and my bright dance (free and bare) for all to read. Old Man Winter died screaming, but I don’t fret—Primavera kisses everything better.

limbs naked and spread,
awaiting spring’s blooming kiss,
dreaming of summer

Darkness and blood and thunder rip into my calm. Chaos cackles through walls of bone, chanting, “I slaughtered Tender and Quiet and fed their carcasses to Hel’s shadows. I’ve broken all your rainbows, my pet—no more brightness to brew thought.”

wild hearts are open
to pandemonium’s peace—
bring on the madness

In the beginning and before the end, I think (equally fine) in shadows and rainbows.

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the wee notes…
Primavera is the Spanish word for spring.
– Hel (Norse Mythology) presides over a realm of the dead that shares her name.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Penultimatums: Voyages’ End (Almost), and to Poets United ~ Poetry Pantry 351.

The inspiration for the first haiku…

…and the heart of the last stanza.

67 thoughts on “Shadows and Rainbows

  1. Oh my god!❤️ This is absolutely gorgeously penned 😀 so much to love here from ‘I smile, delighting in the way my dark and my bright dance’ and oh ‘wild hearts are open to pandemonium’s peace—bring on the madness’ sigh.. such fire and passion in your words, Magaly ❤️

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  2. A cocktail with a heady mix of the shadow and the light, the chaos and the peace and a nod to balance in all things. I love this Magalay. Pour me a big glass.

  3. A wonderful piece – you work the contrast between prose and verse very well. Your energy seems to have no bounds, whatever the season.

  4. You’ve really captured the darkness and the rainbows, Magaly, especially in the lines: ‘The season frolics through my words, and my soul shudders
    and ‘Darkness and blood and thunder rip into my calm’,
    which are beautifully broken up by the lightness of haiku:
    limbs naked and spread,
    awaiting spring’s blooming kiss,
    dreaming of summer

  5. Only a brave (or perhaps somewhat foolish) soul would say: “Bring on the madness.” Which are you? Which am I? Are we always the same?

  6. I live in degrees of madness. This is such a vivid, unique way to describe the arrival of spring, or life changes we can’t stop, but must find a way to blossom in. Thank you for your poems in this mad month of 30 days of words.

  7. The juxtaposition of contrasting images works well here … light and dark, Spring & Winter and a metaphor for the challenge of change. Primavera means Spring in Italian, too. 🙂

  8. This is beautiful … and joyful … and bursting with life. I love the way that you have tucked the haiku into the prose. There is a fluidity there – in the way that you have done it – that is sometimes (though not always) missing, I think, with the single “hanging” haiku. Great job on this haibun!

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