Poem

Captivated

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Inspired by a phenomenal display of the Northern Lights and “captivated” as writing prompt from Beth Kempton’s #tinyautumn poem challenge.

On November 11—12, 2025 the night skies were lit up with dancing aurora, seen as far south as Florida, thanks to a massive G4 Geomagnetic Solar Storm. The sky was so bright, the reds so vivid, even to the naked eye. Light pollution within city limits could not dim the colourful show.

If the horizon wasn’t visible from where you were, all you had to do was look up. Pure magic! This photo is an edited version of one such view from our prairie farm.

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Captivated

For a moment,
the world forgot…
its fear, its hatred, its division.

Messages flew with excitement,
“Get outside! Look up! It’s unreal…”

For a moment,
everyone paused,
captivated by the magic in the sky.

Sandi Knight © 2025

The Gathering

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The Gathering

Grief and gratitude joined hands,
welcomed in a myriad of emotions,
as his family and friends gathered
at the place he loved the most.

To honour, to remember, to celebrate
a husband, a father, a friend,
whose loss from this world
left so many shattered.

There were tears and laughter,
heartbreak, comfort and support,
as this crew of his favourites
raised a glass and shared stories.

Grief and gratitude joined hands,
welcomed in a myriad of emotions,
as his family and friends gathered
at the place he loved the most.

Sandi Knight © 2025


Morning thoughts as the fog lifts…

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Morning thoughts as the fog lifts…

Is it possible
for the tyranny, greed,
and corruption in the world
to lift?
For wars and violence
to end?
For so-called ‘leaders’
to be banished
to an island,
or roman coliseum,
to fight
amongst themselves,
take their quarrels away
from the everyday person,
who simply wants
to live…
to wake up in their own home,
to have safety, security, peace,
to have food, water, shelter,
to be surrounded
by family and friends,
to go to work or school,
to take a quiet walk
to their favourite café,
or community park,
to stop and talk
to their neighbours on the street,
to watch the sunrise or sunset,
to sit by a lake or river,
or go to the theatre or a movie,
to gather to celebrate
or gather because they can,
when it comes down it,
and everything is stripped away,
we all just want ‘normal’,
we crave it,
we need it,
we thrive with it…
Is it possible
for the tyranny, greed,
and corruption in the world
to lift?
Is it possible
to find a new way
to lead,
to grow together,
to support one another?
Is it possible
for the fog of hate
to lift,
for light to shine through
and lead the way
to a better world?

Sandi Knight © 2025

The Sound of Silence

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The Sound of Silence

Now, more than ever,
we all need reprieve
in the sound of silence.

A place to retreat,
reflect, regroup, think,
feel safe and secure.

Whether through art,
the power of thought,
or a quiet space.

Now, more than ever,
we must gather resolve
in the sound of silence.

Sandi Knight © 2025

Drift Away

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A favourite photo and fleeting moment captured in 2016. No edits. Pure nature. It was cold and windy, but oh the light was magical! So I tucked myself into the trees to keep warm and watched the sunlight dance, transforming the landscape from white to beautiful, pale hues of pink and purple.

I am so fortunate to have the privilege of capturing light and extraordinary ‘glimmers’ like this from my corner of the Canadian prairies. ✨️

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Drift Away

For a few fleeting moments
sunlight gently danced
across a snow-covered field.

Randomly brushing colour
on glistening snowdrifts,
sculpted by harsh winter winds.

Turning the ordinary
into extraordinary art —
sparkling, enchanting, magical.

Sandi Knight © 2024

The Feather

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Inspired by a persistent white feather, which came in not once, but twice, just before Christmas 2023, when my husband was heading out our backdoor. And the answer to, “Why is there a feather in your flower arrangement?

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The Feather

She opened the door.
the snow was deep,
the air cold, but not a breath of wind.

And yet, it blew in…
landed at her feet —
a small, delicate, white feather…

She reached down,
gently picked it up,
cradled it in the palm of her hand.

Then, with a soft breath,
sent it back outside,
only to have it land at her feet again.

She smiled, looked up,
and quietly whispered,
“Okay then, come on in, join us.”

Sandi Knight © 2023

Storms of Life

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Storms of Life

The storms of life —
no one is immune,
we all must weather them.

Their power catches us off guard —
harsh, brutal, damaging,
yet beautiful, awe-inspiring.

We may come out stronger,
we may feel broken,
always altered, forever changed.

What gets us through is knowing
there is light, always light…
it finds us, leads the way.

We carry on as best we can,
finding hope, healing,
new paths, new beginnings.

Sandi Knight © 2024

Shadows dance

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Morning musings…

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Shadows dance

Shadows dance
on my bedroom wall.

Branches swaying
in the morning breeze,

create a moving,
monochrome canvas.

I stretch, feel grateful
for the comfort of my bed.

For trusty canine,
curled up beside me.

For the welcome aroma
of freshly brewed coffee.

For awakening at home
to safety, security, and peace.

For simply watching
shadows dance on my bedroom wall.

 

Sandi Knight © 2024

 

“I can smell the moss”

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January 24, 2024 was a serendipitous, ‘big magic‘ kind of day. I was writing the first draft of a story about a young women wandering into a mossy forest.

“She took a few deep breaths and felt her body relax. She was almost there. Her special place. Her retreat from the world. Where sunlight filtered magically through the towering trees, dancing on the moss and the rocks in the clearing. Where bluebells blossomed. Where she felt at home.“

At the same time Kathy Bradshaw was finishing her captivating piece of art, entitled, “I can smell the moss”. Neither of us knew what the other was doing. Two days later, this ‘creative collision’ opened the door to collaborate and enter the Canadian Encaustic International Online ‘Waxing Poetic’ Exhibition.

From Kathy’s artist statement: “There is nothing like breathing in forest air – its intoxicating mix of moss, earth, decay, cedar and pine. A forest’s lush array of colours and textures weave a visual feast. There is mystery, there is darkness, and oh there is light. It is the sensual, mysterious and dreamy nature of encaustic that allows me to tell this story best. I also consider Sandi Knight’s touching poetry/prose piece to be the perfect extension of my painting.”

Thank you Kathy for your kind words, support and the opportunity to showcase my poem alongside your enchanting, mossy, sunlit forest.

“I can smell the moss” — Kathy Bradshaw

I can smell the moss

She brought the painting to Gran’s room,
hung it where it could be viewed from the comfort of the bed,
remembering the first time they wandered down, what would become, their favourite woodland path…

Large, lush ferns lined the narrow trail,
sentinels to a sacred spot.

The clearing opened before them,
so welcoming, so magical…

Sunlight danced playfully
on the moss-covered forest floor.

Spring was ebbing into summer,
the greens rich, vibrant, varied.

Bluebells softly swayed
in grass beneath the towering trees.

They paused, taking it all in,
entranced by this mystical oasis.

Gran awoke, surprised to see Sarah at her bedside.
Her face lit up, her gaze moving slowly from granddaughter to canvas,
“Oh Sarah dear, it’s as if I’m there! I can see the bluebells. I can feel the breeze. I can smell the moss.”

Sandi Knight © March 2024

The air changed…

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When a death brings back past trauma and memories, it takes a lot of work to heal. This poem was part of that process. #WorldPoetryDay seems an appropriate time to release it into the wild.

The air changed —

when you opened the door
when you walked into a room
when you sat down at the table…

when we lowered your urn —

the air changed. 

Sandi Knight © 2024