Poem Body
Fanning clover blankets my dreams
sleeping heartily
beneath the persistent wax and wane
of an all knowing satellite
whose nightly candlelight vigils
illuminate the secret corners
of forgotten
yet once common knowledge
Moonlit magick leaping
unto the silver pages of wonder
waking once again within me
a fierce and bright inspiration
Incantations bask in a mellow glow
as all eternity
fails to expire before me
here I stand
captive to a heart like gravity
Oh Sister
Oh Mother
Oh Crone
Luna Divina
Comments
Rosewood Apothecary
What a beautiful poem, lyrical and deep. Emotionally engaging, I loved it!
This piece...
...has potential in some of the vocabulary and idea.
S1,L8 feels out of place. I really expected to see "commonalities and lore" there as I was reading, so kind of like running over a grape for me.
Some of lines, seemingly deep and delicious, on close consideration, fall short of real world sense, but maybe that's what you were trying to do....or it could just be me. Poetry has become almost as subjective as contemporary art...if that's possible.
Cheers!
Thomas