Bio: Kathy Ellis is a Second Language Coach and Cross-cultural Communication Trainer. In the last few years, you can find Kathy’s poetry in Peninsula Poets, Reach of a Song, Ohio Poetry Day Association, Setu International Journal, Poetry in Nature, Oracle Magazine, and in her first book, Primero on Amazon. Kathy served as Poet Laurate 2015 and 2019 for The Spiritual Living Center of Atlanta. Kathy is presently working on a book two of poetry in addition to a storybook on social injustice healing in poetry form. Kathy co-leads Johns Creek Poets and a spiritually based writing group. Kathy has resided in six countries, traveled to 41 nations, and resides in Atlanta, Georgia. Kathy runs an international bed and breakfast home and houses two multilingual cats.
Walking the Camino in Spain…
Sharing Light
The first day on the Camino
greets dusk on a sizzling day.
My head leans back
to absorb the rambling stone steps
worn by centuries of pilgrims.
As the trail leaves the village,
the dim streetlights melt into darkness.
No one stirs.
Oh lord, I mumble.
My eyes see nothing but
a tree-lined sky of no stars.
I wait.
A passing Spanish family waves flashlights
like SOS signals from a ship.
Stillness of the black curtain breaks.
They check on each other like mama bear and cubs.
Even on me.
The daughter sheds her light
onto my path of
dips,
roots,
grooves,
creeks,
and
the divine spirit ever unfolding.
Of Another Camino
A traveler ventures
A Camino in Spain
Mayan ruins
Marine life of Valdez Peninsula
Starry skies of La Serena
Bogot├б’s Incan gold.
Europe and Russia lure another traveler
Toward Slavic languages, Irish beer, and Saint Basil’s
Cathedral.
The two engage over
Wine. Art. God. The Past.
He rolls melodious words
On his lips
She savors the sound with her tongue
They travel the undiscovered
Where two paths converge
Where juices marinate in the finest oak
Where senses arouse each fluid cell
Where the skin wraps the body in a lush cloak…
Inspired by Ash Perrin’s documentaries on YouTube
The Flying Seagull
His loopy walk, full beard, and lit smile
Heal children refugees’ dark wounds
Into a somebody for the day.
Ash holds dazed toddlers
In his embracing arms as he prances.
Little legs follow him like Pied Piper
Down dusty paths away from
Daily harsh shadows of unknowns.
Games, magical tricks, music
Release scary creatures
Caught in their depraved sleep.
Ash flies to the next camp.
He leaves behind prized possessions:
Giggles.
Brighter eyes.
Language, history, divinity, all in one sitting. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed them, Dustin.
DeleteI love "The Flying Seagull", especially "Down dusty paths away from
ReplyDeleteDaily harsh shadows of unknowns." Good poetry and great images.
Thank you, Soodabeh,
ReplyDeleteBe sure to watch Ash's videos. He does extraordinary work that makes your heart melt.
World travels grounded in sensory details. Nice.
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