When I was young I wrote poetry in a snow globe; a lone scribe huddled over her desk, writing poems I wanted no one to see, where a whirlwind of snow engulfed me so complete no one would see even the tiniest glimpse of magic that might flow from my pen. Now I am old and I've learned I must polish my snow globe, inside and out, because I want everyone to see my words. I do not fear the sparkling dance of glitter that has replaced the thick, flat, blinding flakes; I embrace the swirls of light as they entice you to come closer, shake the globe, and see what I have to say. If you look long enough, and close enough, you might join me inside, where we can observe miracles, large and small, together.
~ Elise Skidmore ©2022
Oh yes this is good. Glad I got to see it.
Dear Alan–thank you so much. Your comment warmed my heart on this winter morning.
Your writing will bring the snow globe alive with wonder and miracles.
Thank you so very much, Lucille. I’m so grateful to have constant readers like you.
I love this so much! It applies to story writers too.
Thanks, Lisa. It’s personal to me, but I felt that many creative people would be able to relate to it.
Inspiring and encouraging, Elise. Thank you!
Thank you, Lori, for coming close and shaking the globe.