Saturday, February 7, 2015

Poem: Call of Salt and Sea

The night ripe for wild dances beneath the moon
Still in her glorious fullness
Under sky, bright velvet thick and warm and heady
Dance for hope, expectant power
Holy incantations, poetry and purpose
There was no beginning;

There shall be no end, the girl within
Born of salt and sea and winds whipping through trees
Declared paradox, contradiction, true Pisces, she
Dancing gypsy soul, calling forth her rightful gifts
Swirling spiral dervish; she of no age, no limitations.



(c) 7 Feb 2015 Suzy Jacobson Cherry


 

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