Poem: One Magic

One Magic

Sipping Tulsi tea, telling Time
To mind its passing thoughts on
Silent whispers strangers slip
Between sheets of parchment
Rolled upon talented tongues tied
With ribbons made of ancient tales
The gods would have hidden beyond
Bifrost, trembling to think we might
Find them here, cast among runic
Puzzles precision perfect, riddles
Secretly solved and wisely written
Mysterious missives in words
Unknown to all but present
Company, sung to tunes heard only once
By One alone, who wanderers silent
In the night, recalling Time
That was and Time that is and
Time that is to come

Poem & Photo ©18 August 2019

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: Night

Night

next to you, I'm counting sheep
the quiet kind with silent bleats
that chase away the howling wolves
a cacophony of silence
morning comes in brilliant rays
of sharpened light on rustling leaves
joyful birds sing up the sun as
nightbirds put the moon to bed
sleep well, my love, and dream of me
restless on the midnight sea
with waves of salt and thunder
when you awake I'll greet you there
where goddesses have gathered
eternal land where Earth meets Sky
and gods embrace the battle
but now, my love, I hope for sleep
I close my eyes and count the sheep
while you dream away the night
and softly snore beside me

© 6 May 2019

Poem: May Eve

May Eve

Poised on the edge of Beltane
As if to burst into dance
As if? No, prepared!
For the dance of the May
Love and Lust and the heat
Of coming Summer
Bel Fyres laid out in circles
New couples eyeing one another
Awaiting nightfall
Children weaving in and out
Ribbon dances circumventing
Maypoles tall and strong
Singing of sunshine and blessings
Maidens touch the dew, praying for
Sacred births come the new spring
Dance! O Dance!
Drink deep the Mead!
For the May Queen is crowned,
The God is robust, and
The fyres burn with the fury
Of Eternal Love

©4.30.2019 30 of 30
#NaPoWriMo

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

Haiku: Waning Gibbous

Waning gibbous Autumn moon

Time to banish fears

Awaiting Mabon’s magick

Photo & Poem © Suzy Jacobson Cherry 8.31.18

Poem: Precipice

On the edge of tomorrow
The world is eclipsed
By sorrow
Contentment seeks
Madness,
Believing there is safety 
In illusion

©11 June 2018