Poems that mean something to you
I will cast a circle
and only those with eyes to see me
will be invited in
I will take all the parts of myself
which have been deemed to be unloveable
my sensitivity
my voice
my rage
my grief
my unworthiness
my too-muchness
my not-enoughness
my loneliness
I will lay an altar
decorated with rose petals and dried sage
I will spread it with the finest Indian silk of midnight blue
and lay upon it stones of raw malachite and lapis, lace agate and tiger’s eye
and wooden bowls filled with sea salt, bark of cedar, beeswax,
storm water, a red ribbon, dust,
oil of mugwort, a lock of my own hair,
a rabbit’s skull and the wing of a hummingbird moth,
the golden bells which were gifted to me by the old woman on the mountain
and the small pebble which I collected from the seashore at sunrise
on the midwinter solstice
In the centre of my altar
I will place an empty bowl
deep enough to hold
all of the things
which were taken from me
and all of the shame
which I was expected to carry
I will light a fire
and dance around the flames
and the earth will be so delighted
to feel my footsteps
that my dancing will turn
lead into goose down
and poison ivy into sweet water
And when I have finished reclaiming myself
and when the last of the flames have died right down
I will pour honey and dark elderberry wine over the ashes
and I will cleanse myself with smoke and salt water
and I will watch as hyssop and wild thyme and poppies sprout
from the embers.
~ Caroline Mellor
www.carolinemellorwriter.com
Art by Mary Feywood
www.maryfeywood.nl
Watusi
I sail by passive
and go straight to aggressive
my polite clap
more chilling than
any war horn
at dawn
Picture this:
my blood smeared face
smiling at the wreckage
the carnage
my dancing feet
twirling
over the broken ground
no dance sweeter than
the watusi
My humor is a lash
and if it does not draw blood
it is not funny.
I am my own favorite
punchline.
Please, admire my flair.
It is the brightest flower in my bonnet
Do not try to placate me
I am not the moral
of the story
I am the foreboding clouds
the ominous roll of thunder
the ssnk ssnk of the scythe
felling the wheat
the held breath
before the arrow flies
I awaken
to crush dreams
and burn down villages.
Picture this:
A smile so sharp
it can draw blood
a flash of
anger is all it takes
to light my
finest summer bonnet
aflame.
Run.
a poem by Hunter Bloodmoon formerly known as Hunter Hall
I sail by passive
and go straight to aggressive
my polite clap
more chilling than
any war horn
at dawn
Picture this:
my blood smeared face
smiling at the wreckage
the carnage
my dancing feet
twirling
over the broken ground
no dance sweeter than
the watusi
My humor is a lash
and if it does not draw blood
it is not funny.
I am my own favorite
punchline.
Please, admire my flair.
It is the brightest flower in my bonnet
Do not try to placate me
I am not the moral
of the story
I am the foreboding clouds
the ominous roll of thunder
the ssnk ssnk of the scythe
felling the wheat
the held breath
before the arrow flies
I awaken
to crush dreams
and burn down villages.
Picture this:
A smile so sharp
it can draw blood
a flash of
anger is all it takes
to light my
finest summer bonnet
aflame.
Run.
a poem by Hunter Bloodmoon formerly known as Hunter Hall
A poem I wrote today I am proud of.
""Shadows""
I know the shadows in my home.
Or maybe in my room.
Sometimes I see them at night.
And I wonder if they are evil.
I watch them in wonder.
With thoughts confused,medieval.
Sometimes they watch me from the corners at night.
But I am not scared.
And I do not feel fright.
Because I know shadows exist for a reason.
They are formed sometimes by the sun.
No shadow exists for no reason.
Maybe it was the sun that casted the shadows at day.
And our inner darkness at night.
Maybe they are there to keep the evil spirits away.
Or make you feel fright.
But I know they are not all evil.
They are just misunderstood,true.
I'm not scared of the shadows medieval.
Because they keep and hide the truth.
They form from our actions and thoughts.
And memories,events in our lots.
They are there to keep you company at day.
And make sure you sleep peacefully at night.
How do I know they are not all evil,you ask?
Well,to explain it would certainly be a task.
But not all of them have evil inside them.
You just need to understand.
The way they formed,the way they protect us.
No matter how or when they bend.
I know they look creepy and evil.
And you'd rather avoid.
But not all of them are.
They formed from the pain and memories medieval.
And are kinder than you think they are.
They are hiding because they are scared.
Hiding,because they are misunderstood.
One was judged,or mistaken.
It's how they become who they are.
Another is hurt,with emotions deep like the ocean.
Or maybe judged for who they are.
They are hiding because they are scared.
The ones who once had a lit fire.
As they slowly start to burn.
That is how shadows among us form.
Judged and mistreated by the norm.
Abandoned when they show their true form.
You see now why not all shadows are evil.
They watch over us as we sleep.
Ones with emotions,very deep.
Sleep peacefully in your bed.
Shadows will wipe the tears you shed.
""Shadows""
I know the shadows in my home.
Or maybe in my room.
Sometimes I see them at night.
And I wonder if they are evil.
I watch them in wonder.
With thoughts confused,medieval.
Sometimes they watch me from the corners at night.
But I am not scared.
And I do not feel fright.
Because I know shadows exist for a reason.
They are formed sometimes by the sun.
No shadow exists for no reason.
Maybe it was the sun that casted the shadows at day.
And our inner darkness at night.
Maybe they are there to keep the evil spirits away.
Or make you feel fright.
But I know they are not all evil.
They are just misunderstood,true.
I'm not scared of the shadows medieval.
Because they keep and hide the truth.
They form from our actions and thoughts.
And memories,events in our lots.
They are there to keep you company at day.
And make sure you sleep peacefully at night.
How do I know they are not all evil,you ask?
Well,to explain it would certainly be a task.
But not all of them have evil inside them.
You just need to understand.
The way they formed,the way they protect us.
No matter how or when they bend.
I know they look creepy and evil.
And you'd rather avoid.
But not all of them are.
They formed from the pain and memories medieval.
And are kinder than you think they are.
They are hiding because they are scared.
Hiding,because they are misunderstood.
One was judged,or mistaken.
It's how they become who they are.
Another is hurt,with emotions deep like the ocean.
Or maybe judged for who they are.
They are hiding because they are scared.
The ones who once had a lit fire.
As they slowly start to burn.
That is how shadows among us form.
Judged and mistreated by the norm.
Abandoned when they show their true form.
You see now why not all shadows are evil.
They watch over us as we sleep.
Ones with emotions,very deep.
Sleep peacefully in your bed.
Shadows will wipe the tears you shed.
"Be Set Free"
Oh The wonders that thrive inside my mind
Anyone doubting me, I will leave far behind
Come along I promise you an adventure
Happiness is the only well known fixture
Every meal includes macaroni & cheese
Ending war we all deserve to have peace
Paradise in everyone's own shape & form
News from the headlines, love your unicorn
There's a place where we can do anything
Together we restore balance of yang & ying
From now on children are safe in their beds
Board candyland express all salads are dead
Come one come all greatest show on earth
Every last one of you have the same worth
There's no such thing as hate we all matter
Your favorite foods served on silver platters
Imagine amusement parks with dragon rides
Every wife to be, married as June brides
I will write out anything you've ever dreamt
It's all your fantasies my pen will invent
On every page I will paint a picturesque story
Snowmen building ice castles of winter's glory
Books are the gateway to what you imagine
Take a magikal carpet ride alongside Aladdin
In this tale you eat clouds made of ice cream
Transport anywhere by hanging moon beams
Think how it would feel to take off & be flying
You can even tame the ferocious roar of a lion
Look up at the skies, the stars grant wishes
Only books give more gifts than Christmas
Open up any book & get ready to be set free
Sit bakk close your eyes dreaming is so easy
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
Oh The wonders that thrive inside my mind
Anyone doubting me, I will leave far behind
Come along I promise you an adventure
Happiness is the only well known fixture
Every meal includes macaroni & cheese
Ending war we all deserve to have peace
Paradise in everyone's own shape & form
News from the headlines, love your unicorn
There's a place where we can do anything
Together we restore balance of yang & ying
From now on children are safe in their beds
Board candyland express all salads are dead
Come one come all greatest show on earth
Every last one of you have the same worth
There's no such thing as hate we all matter
Your favorite foods served on silver platters
Imagine amusement parks with dragon rides
Every wife to be, married as June brides
I will write out anything you've ever dreamt
It's all your fantasies my pen will invent
On every page I will paint a picturesque story
Snowmen building ice castles of winter's glory
Books are the gateway to what you imagine
Take a magikal carpet ride alongside Aladdin
In this tale you eat clouds made of ice cream
Transport anywhere by hanging moon beams
Think how it would feel to take off & be flying
You can even tame the ferocious roar of a lion
Look up at the skies, the stars grant wishes
Only books give more gifts than Christmas
Open up any book & get ready to be set free
Sit bakk close your eyes dreaming is so easy
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
