For several minutes I walked without taking my eyes off the stars as if I was Michelangelo gazing up at the Sistine Chapel, but I started to feel a little dizzy and removed from myself just as he might have done with his "brain crushed in a casket" as he described it. I wondered what he would think of these strange and frightening times,…
For several minutes I walked without taking my eyes off the stars as if I was Michelangelo gazing up at the Sistine Chapel, but I started to feel a little dizzy and removed from myself just as he might have done with his "brain crushed in a casket" as he described it. I wondered what he would think of these strange and frightening times, his beloved Italy tortured by a virus, just as he had poetically lamented he was by his art. I steadied myself and set my eyes on the road ahead, reassured that the planets and stars were on their courses, untroubled by earthly concerns. The last gasp of the Crow Moon shimmered behind the swaying tresses of a greening willow. A few days earlier I'd learned that one of these brittle-cold, late March mornings in the dark before dawn when I was up for the early shift, I might be able to make out the conjunction of Jupiter, Mars, and Saturn. Tomorrow, the first full day of national lockdown, Venus would have reached its highest point of the entire year and the first sliver of the Pink Moon would appear to be joining the trio of planets in their cosmic dance. I suddenly had a memory of Mum noticing some new-minted moon and reaching for her purse on her way to the back door to 'turn her money over', just as her father had done, she told me, as if it was possible to magic more from what little he had. It was the first time I'd heard the word 'superstition' and the last I saw of a threepenny bit when it was still legal tender.
Claire, thank you so much for joining us as a writer here, and with this finely-drawn and suprising piece. I love how you take us from the Sistine Chapel to the backdoor of your childhood home and a penny from your mother’s purse. A beautiful sort of vertigo of time and space got from reading it. I do hope you will write for other themes in the project, and find like-minded souls among other contributors here. Here is your link:
Tanya, it was such a wonderful surprise to find your much-appreciated feedback after a very full work week! I'm honoured to be welcomed into this community. I can't believe I only just discovered your book, which I'm now devouring. Thank you so much! I am excited to explore and share.
I've been writing all my life but have only just started to think about sharing anything other than poetry with a wider audience. I love your perspective on my piece! xx
For several minutes I walked without taking my eyes off the stars as if I was Michelangelo gazing up at the Sistine Chapel, but I started to feel a little dizzy and removed from myself just as he might have done with his "brain crushed in a casket" as he described it. I wondered what he would think of these strange and frightening times, his beloved Italy tortured by a virus, just as he had poetically lamented he was by his art. I steadied myself and set my eyes on the road ahead, reassured that the planets and stars were on their courses, untroubled by earthly concerns. The last gasp of the Crow Moon shimmered behind the swaying tresses of a greening willow. A few days earlier I'd learned that one of these brittle-cold, late March mornings in the dark before dawn when I was up for the early shift, I might be able to make out the conjunction of Jupiter, Mars, and Saturn. Tomorrow, the first full day of national lockdown, Venus would have reached its highest point of the entire year and the first sliver of the Pink Moon would appear to be joining the trio of planets in their cosmic dance. I suddenly had a memory of Mum noticing some new-minted moon and reaching for her purse on her way to the back door to 'turn her money over', just as her father had done, she told me, as if it was possible to magic more from what little he had. It was the first time I'd heard the word 'superstition' and the last I saw of a threepenny bit when it was still legal tender.
Claire, thank you so much for joining us as a writer here, and with this finely-drawn and suprising piece. I love how you take us from the Sistine Chapel to the backdoor of your childhood home and a penny from your mother’s purse. A beautiful sort of vertigo of time and space got from reading it. I do hope you will write for other themes in the project, and find like-minded souls among other contributors here. Here is your link:
https://thecureforsleep.com/september-issue-on-time/#claireeverett
Tanya xx
Tanya, it was such a wonderful surprise to find your much-appreciated feedback after a very full work week! I'm honoured to be welcomed into this community. I can't believe I only just discovered your book, which I'm now devouring. Thank you so much! I am excited to explore and share.
I've been writing all my life but have only just started to think about sharing anything other than poetry with a wider audience. I love your perspective on my piece! xx
It’s lovely to have you join me/us here. Look forward to reading more! xx