Pagan Poetry

December 3rd, 2009

This page is the dumping ground for some of the poems and prose that I scribble out at the strangest times. They all come to me strangely, either during sleep or when I’m supposed to be writing my dedicant program, and out they come!

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But soft, my step on the landing,

A padding of feet with haste to

Flee into the darkness of night

A shiver of bones neath the

Silver of moon.

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Breathless cold and biting frost

Exhilarated by my deviance

I stole away from the life I knew

Content in this frozen moment

A criminal unseen save by stars

Who bore witness .

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Lo, beneath boughs of ice

My hot blooded consort waits

His time growing short

And my own growing distant

We exchange our vows

And dream of love unbound.

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The world lay deaf

To whispers in darkness.

His form is remade

In the purple morning glow

Hoofprints in snow leave but clues

To the secret of my white hart.

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-12/2/09 –from sudden and urgent inspiration while writing DP

Boann
The river whispers over stone
secrets which the moon sang
One clear voice in a starlit sky
Many years ago

Her watery fingers caress
the inviting shoreline
which she has shaped
in fits of madness

The lady on her knees
looks on the face of the moon
(in all her radiance)
with deference lost an age ago.

She glides, a silent swan,
To blackened depths submerged
She floats; a frozen form in memory of
The last act of the life blood of earth.

7/9/10

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