Poem: july moon

Once upon a full moon a gipsy heart was free
to seek binding sweet as new earth

feeling the magnetic pull of a sudden stormy moon
for a moon in clear skies can hold storms within

storms which no man may ken not tie
only live thru

once upon a full moon a gipsy heart gave itself
nary a qualm nary a tear

only the gentle flow of a few drops of blood
which loved as love ever does

in truth an offering of trust
in truth, an offering of trust

Poem: black roses

One, two, three
untidy dried bouquet
dust like mist on petals
thrust into my hands
with the eargeness of a child
wishing to please

brittle petals, dust like mist
within the heart of the rose
who knows what lives within the heart of a rose
even when faded and dry
mayhap it feels itself still vibrant
as the sun rises and touches it

and the sun, touching such a rose
does it feel a pang?
does it touch gently out of pity or out of love
for the beauty that was

does the sun feel the tremor upon petal and stalk
does it understand at all
the bravery of a faded rose opening to such light?

JOURNAL: a blue room

A priest makes an offering to the Gods of the Old Kingdom. How many memories in one picture which represents so many. How many dynasties and how many thousands of ceremonies performed. Mindfulness of the old ways is my intention in this little space, to say: I know you did, you do, exist. The incense rises still blue and faint at first then thickly rolling around the room. Three such in my life, to whom goes my respect and my affection. One my present partner in some magickal things, in some magical way.

JOURNAL: for the sake of clarity

One of my brothers (I have several, blood, foster, step etc) or, to be more exact the brother who follows me in birth order, has complained that he reads my blog but doesnt understand a word of what its about. So, in plain english, this blog is an experiment. Well, several.

1. to get back to writing creatively again (so it has prose and narrative and poetry).
2. to act as a blue-print to a little astral space i'm working on and to use YOUR energy in helping me build it as you visualize it when you read about it.
3. feed-back for 1 and 2 (but that hasnt gone so well it seems)
4. archive space for a book I am working on Goddesses and witches of the world, a medium term project.

and its all mixed together, which is why it may not make sense if you think blogs are all about what actually-factually-on-the-earth-plane HAPPENED on x or y day. Part of the fun is letting you work out what actually happens like that, what happened actually in the past in this life, what are memories of other lives and what is sheer narrative made up by me. Woe betide the mortal who believes the love stuff relates to him/her in particular, that would be to completely ignore that I am polyamorous and to give yourself faaaarrr too much importance in my world.

end of little explanation.... :)