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Permissory moon
I strive for the darkened spread
of this nights' whimsy Moon,
'want Maiden wrapped around me
a shield, of earth and tune.
Forever the ardent stranger,
I beg macrocosms' seed.
Bid thee 'Rise up.. hard and tall'..
that I might slow-dance
'mongst the brambled-weed.
Vinous plied over thorny,
sacrificed in harness-bleed.
My hips pattern a salutation
and I kiss it to the breeze.
In totality, a curse of verse
as I feel Her reigning down,
weak paroxysm in parody
of granted wishing sounds.
Placid now, nerve enters calm,
wounds scab over history.
I on knee of wizened rock
piercing slight these tender feet.
On winding path with ancient staff
it has been bled driest this night,
As bold moon winks in perfect favor
and scuttles clear out of sight.
Published 21st May 2015
| Edited 20th Jul 2015
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22nd May 2015 9:32am
I don't want to sound repetitive, but you have a mastery of imagery and metaphor that astounds my senses. How absolutely refreshing to read intellectually penned emotions stitched into the fabric of your verse! jj
22nd May 2015 5:11pm
Making my morn, you are! I think repetition of sweetness is a most welcome thing hun, thank you for the pop in...I am in smile ;)
take care, you!
~d
take care, you!
~d
This is lovely. It possesses an ancient lure into the round island of it - it pulls as sirens from the shore. Well done.
22nd May 2015 6:02pm
23rd May 2015 5:24am
On winding path with ancient staff
Clearly your calling Sighs - great lyricism, narrative and sense of adventure
Clearly your calling Sighs - great lyricism, narrative and sense of adventure
23rd May 2015 10:51am
Sweetest thanx for your most awesome comment! I appreciate your stop-in very much ;)
take care!
d
take care!
d
9th Sep 2015 3:55am
This is excellent stuff. An invocation to the Moon to let the wounds heal and move on. I love the word "brambled". Don't know why, I just like the way it feels when I say it. Brambled.
"I beg macrocosms' seed.
Bid thee 'Rise up.. hard and tall'..
that I might slow-dance
'mongst the brambled-weed. "
To be given new life from a universal source is indeed a magical calling. And you will be given a chance for that slow dance. Really nice and your flow here is pretty. This is probably my favorite verse, the more I read it. Beautiful, Darksighs.
"I beg macrocosms' seed.
Bid thee 'Rise up.. hard and tall'..
that I might slow-dance
'mongst the brambled-weed. "
To be given new life from a universal source is indeed a magical calling. And you will be given a chance for that slow dance. Really nice and your flow here is pretty. This is probably my favorite verse, the more I read it. Beautiful, Darksighs.
