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magically bent
Fades of day break
in tired cracks of storm.
The sky is weak
and drained of form.
Shifting. spinning,
one last sputter-shine
to grasp control
with a thirsty breath dying,
Seizing on ribbon's end
of the world going mauve.
Penetrating darkness
comes slow and soft...
Facing to the east
on fragility's back,
I circle-spin weary
as tautness grows slack.
A soft chant of wanting,
the night still begins...
Upon the hazy horizon,
I shift countless times..
wandering the faceless
in swollen grapevine..
Breathing toe-trudges
into the stark sand,
I beat back admission,
I solid-rock stand.
Sucking gulps of cold fist
from the mottled pit of me.
I need.. inhale.. I feed.
Feed on the night-scent
that has become this place,
Of ramshackle demise
still in magical state.
Inhaling chaos swiftly,
I whisper low for Her..
Beckoning strength
from a still night stir...
And She comes!
I sink down to knees,
feel presence immense.
I feel tree songs in flight,
feel magically bent.
Shaped with hands of ivory mist,
I lean forward promptly
to be graced with her kiss.
Published 18th May 2015
| Edited 20th Jul 2015
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Anonymous
18th May 2015 9:37pm
the cadence and flow of a spell, summoning the winds from the still imagery. i have a weakness for tree songs... is the wind her kiss? "swollen grapevine" means harvest time to me... harvesting the magical moment? hmmm
18th May 2015 10:06pm
Exactly- wind-kissed!
Summoning Goddess from silent nature is a blessing in itself..the harvest of ancient magic is amazing during this time :)
Thanks, you, fer the ponder- it is much appreciated!
~d
Summoning Goddess from silent nature is a blessing in itself..the harvest of ancient magic is amazing during this time :)
Thanks, you, fer the ponder- it is much appreciated!
~d
