A generous poet brings us a gift
of prompts and words and musings.
Raven nest with eyes that see
a circle of souls who share their quest
to nurture the earth and keep her wild,
when Imbolc gives rise to new voices.
Ideas that float can find a voice,
the shrine is lined with gifts.
In Heritage Week thistles in the wild
breathe with butterflies, amused
by truths in prickly questions
fallen from a paradise Dante could see.
The stepping stones we climb to see
eavesdrop on oceans’ voices.
They encourage a parallel quest
to both receive and share each gift
pulled from a hat by the muses
and marbled deep waters of the wild.
Autumn glitters in the wild.
The scattered leaves we see
by the gate are gathered by a muse.
The wind whistles through her voice.
There appears to be no limit of gifts
carving the path of this quest.
A blinding light eggs on our quest
and barbed beginnings in rewilding.
The saplings of poems are also a gift
that follows the moon and sees
a healthy world laced with voices
as ageless as that of our muse.
Thin ice and forbidding shallows spark the muse.
Our pockets are lined with questions
on love and nature’s survival. The voice
of the wind is a friend in the wild,
old pains are soothed by the sea,
each cushion of moss is a gift.
On an epitaph for the wild we can see we tried
guided by spirit and muses. Their voices remain
a sacred gift that shapes our soul circle’s quest.
© Xenia Tran

Catherine Ann Cullen, Poet in Residence at Poetry Ireland, has been hosting a weekly Poetry Prompt on twitter throughout the pandemic and inspired forty three new poems I would otherwise never have written.
As her residency is drawing to a close I have attempted to incorporate all the prompt words I responded to with individual poems in the above Sestina.
Wishing you all a happy Monday and a wonderful new week,
with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
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Beautiful and moving!
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Thank you kindly dear Laurie! 💖 xxx
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A beautiful poem, Xenia and lovely photos 😍 Happy Monday to you all 💕🐕💕xxx
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Cathy 🧡 and a Happy Monday to you too from all of us here 🤗💖🐕 xxx
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Those voices are a sacred gift indeed. Beautiful poem Xenia.
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Anne and much love from our house to yours 🤗🧡🐴 xxx
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“The voice
of the wind is a friend in the wild,
old pains are soothed by the sea,
each cushion of moss is a gift…”
Beautiful words. Such a calming balm for troubled times. Thank you, Xenia, for sharing your love of nature with us. 🙂
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Mike, it’s a pleasure to share 🤗💚🌿
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A wonderful Monday to you too, Xenia and your poem is amazing such beautiful words so well penned. Pictures are so lovely too.
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Kamal and wishing you a blessed new day too 🤗💖🙏 xxx
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You are always welcome, Xenia. Lots of love to you all dearies.xxxxxxxxx
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🤗💫💜💫🙏 xxx
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❤️❤️❤️🤗🤗🤗
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So beautiful! Very moving…
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Thank you kindly dear Amy 💗
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Indeed Dear Xenia Every
Poetry Breath of Yours
Is A Poetry Prompt For
me Through All These
Years And No Finer Muse
to me Than the Shortest Rainy
Cold Day of the Year So far Here…
Winter Solstice GLoWinG NoW
As The UPS Man Said Where Are
Your Long Pants When it is 48 Degrees
F Dancing Around The Block Hehe Yet
It’s True Dance
And Song Knows
No Seasons Now
And Weathers Other
Than Dancing Singing
Springing Within Year ‘Round
Warming me Up Enough Where i
Haven’t Worn Long Pants Since the
Winter of 2013 So Long Ago So Long Ago
Haha
With
Covered
Legs Then
Still Flying
NoW As Feathers
And Dust Floats Wind Bare…
Hehe Or Bear Depending on Who One Asks…
Merry Christmas Happy New Year Always Now to You All
For Play As True #Play2022 is Already my Resolution in Play..:)
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Fred and here’s to many more happy years of singing and dancing!🕺🎶 Thank you for all your poetry too and we wish you and Katrina a blessed Winter Solstice, a wonderful Christmas 🎄 and a fabulous New Year 🤗🧡🍀
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SMiles Dear
Xenia Many
More Poetry
Years of
Canine
Kindness
Coming
Your Way
MaKinG
Christmas
Joy Year ‘Round
Now For You All 🐾 🐾🐾
SmellinG LoVE’S Prints🎄🤗☺️
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🤗🐾💛🐾🙏
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Beautifully serene images and poetry, Xenia. Lovely!
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Thank you kindly dear Patti and much love from our house to yours 💖 xxx
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What a beautiful and moving poem. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you so much for your kind words dear Anita, it’s a pleasure to share 💖
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