The Word Witch
My favorite poet and favorite witch in one place?!?! :::Swoon:::: 😍
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The Longest Day
Fire that burns across the sky
Sun standing overhead at high noon
What waits in the East each morning to illuminate all life
A mirror of solar plexus surge
Listening to the joy of green things in glory
Heat of light, transmuting into verdant growth
Never to be taken for granted.
Burning light: so necessary and so lovely.
~MB
(OK, cool prompt, but that was tough one.)
Noon day sun standing still above the sharp sky
Burning in the smouldering breath of still air
This day sweet spring gives way to summer's hardness
Silently watching
Lazy drip of sweat sliding down a taut neck
Chink of a pick on buried stone in hard clay
Sundering earth revealing the hidden roots
Sheltering insects
Listening to birds mourning dead Dumuzi
Body newly torn, exiled to down below
What waits him in her palace of mystery
Rustle of feathers
Embers of winter's cold that readily flare
A mirror in the house of dust and darkness
The day solar majesty foretells the tale
Of the king's long fall
elm
can't make a poetry block quote in comments 🫠
Loved this post and the prompt!
Fire that Empowers
Sun standing in its full strength, like
What waits for me. Like me. It is
A mirror of my power.
Listening, I hear my own voice. Feel the
Heat of my soul, and know it will
Never stop
Burning, full of love.
A Solstice Special Guest - Kate Belew
My favorite poet and favorite witch in one place?!?! :::Swoon:::: 😍
Fire poem loading ....🔥
The Longest Day
Fire that burns across the sky
Sun standing overhead at high noon
What waits in the East each morning to illuminate all life
A mirror of solar plexus surge
Listening to the joy of green things in glory
Heat of light, transmuting into verdant growth
Never to be taken for granted.
Burning light: so necessary and so lovely.
~MB
(OK, cool prompt, but that was tough one.)
Noon day sun standing still above the sharp sky
Burning in the smouldering breath of still air
This day sweet spring gives way to summer's hardness
Silently watching
Lazy drip of sweat sliding down a taut neck
Chink of a pick on buried stone in hard clay
Sundering earth revealing the hidden roots
Sheltering insects
Listening to birds mourning dead Dumuzi
Body newly torn, exiled to down below
What waits him in her palace of mystery
Rustle of feathers
Embers of winter's cold that readily flare
A mirror in the house of dust and darkness
The day solar majesty foretells the tale
Of the king's long fall
elm
can't make a poetry block quote in comments 🫠
Loved this post and the prompt!
Fire that Empowers
Sun standing in its full strength, like
What waits for me. Like me. It is
A mirror of my power.
Listening, I hear my own voice. Feel the
Heat of my soul, and know it will
Never stop
Burning, full of love.