Nani as Beacon = Light... i like that Very Much... those are words that will stick to my stomach.
reflecting deeply into a Grandmother, something I would have liked to have experienced.
and the poem very evocative and spooky, with those draped Souls listing in various spaces... I enjoyed the real landscape in which they were held, till they diisolved back to earth. Thank you!
Nani as Beacon = Light... i like that Very Much... those are words that will stick to my stomach.
reflecting deeply into a Grandmother, something I would have liked to have experienced.
and the poem very evocative and spooky, with those draped Souls listing in various spaces... I enjoyed the real landscape in which they were held, till they diisolved back to earth. Thank you!
That is so interesting! What an interesting tradition to cast these ghostly figures. Beautiful poem about your courageous Nani <3
This poem was pretty and sad and thoughtful and moving. But those Vezio ghosts? Those look creepy!
This was lovely, and captured her courage and fortitude.
Coincidentally, I’m currently rereading a book called Hauntings: Dispelling the Ghosts Who Run Our Lives.