Haiku: Memories of a Time Before

 Memories of a Time Before

Recalling magick
Sipping sherry and writing
Ripped out emotions

The children sleeping
Night birds sing eerie fortunes
Prophecies in wine

Beneath the full moon
They danced innocent, thankful
A life of promise

A chalice lifted
Honoring their ancestors
Honey bread and mead

In darkness I prayed
Begging for inspiration
No more loneliness

Where the offerings
Poured out upon hallowed ground
Thirst of the gods, quenched

Poem: The Unwinding

this thing I must do
when the door is closed,
the deadbolt turned
the workday world
a memory
when I have supped,
the cuppa brewed
and I, alone awake;
the night a curtain drawn
to hide the whispers
only I can hear, for I
the sole survivor of
the passing day
in silence stir
the stillness of
unuttered prayer
this candle lit
this incense burned
this tea a potion
given by this tired woman,
poured out libation
to the hungry creatures
of time that eat away
the sweetness of youth,
devouring the folly
of old mothers
held together by sheer
will, and Will herself,
the mother of my destiny
and father of my might

©15 June 2019

Image from: https://www.oldbookillustrations.com/illustrations/enchantress-begins/

Poem (an oldie): Mothers

In the circle

The women dance

Chanting, calling

Powers almost

Forgotten.

It has been

The mothers who

Have remembered,

Secretly.

©1 July 94

Poem: Waxing

her cold reflection
of tomorrow's sunshine
tells a future in secret code
the rainbows in my eyes blind me
listening for the sacred words,
I hear night birds on the wing
the lonesome call of coyote;
this is still the desert, yet
no longer wilderness
it's hard to hear my breath,
to focus on the slow draw in,
silent exhale, repeat,
inhalation...
     expiration...
it's late and gibbous moon
reveals that tomorrow will come
perhaps, there will still be breath
and night birds to cast spells
in cackling magick words
I understand, but only
in my dreams

(c) 4.27.18