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Witches' Rede (for Bill Charles)
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Witches' Rede (for Bill Charles) |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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We gathered sticks and sage-brush bound and rock of white reflecting moon and met beneath the cypress tree beneath a moon in bloom. We took care to recognize the Goddess in her full disrobe and built our fire low tonight-- homage paid without the curse of offending greater gods or goddesses (as they are called) a low light played from twigs of throne and then I felt we weren't alone. I broke the chanting low-lid eyes and woke to scan the wood-kept lies-- "I smell curiosity..." I sniffed the air and compromised. "Find him. But? bring him to me-- Let him sate his final need. He wants to know the witches' rede? Bring him to me-- now." They looked at one another then in the wonder of a grin of something never once allowed and played the leaves of capturing. There beneath a sago palm they found him clutching his guitar sweating rivers graced by moon his breath rivaled a monsoon of the winds in shred of leaves and then they brought him, quivering, to meet me upon wooded throne and he sank down to his knees... He looked at me humility and then he sparked the strings. He played the gypsy violin and knocked the rap of tambourine upon a six string rhapsody he played our song most lovingly and wet the eyes of priestess high by virtue of sincerity and he never once looked down-- a knight in offer of his liege. I heard the strings bend to his quest fingertips upon the neck and felt the shivers of my spine-- he dared to look. I dared to smile. He played the beauty of the night. He played the rising of the sun. He played the music of the breast rising in the falls of spun notes in hammer with a twist the silent strength in yearning wrist tangled vine around a limb his fingers sang to me... Then before the final note I heard the mighty Orpheus, smiling that I had kept time within the bells of ankle rhyme where the pleasure of me speaks and keeps the measure of the beat by the troth of my belief, I told them, "Let him be." "This man came to us, in love. And by intent, he shall be free. Give to him the feather of the dove of us, our inner peace. Let him know no bounds of trust, let him record the sounds of dust drifting from the cloud we dance in circle of our sweet expanse. Let him tell the others, true. Witches drink no Satan brew." Then I kissed him on forehead and left him with a mark of soot. No cloth can ever wash it off and he wears the mark of "good." A solemn rite--initiate-- beneath the cypress wood. [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (04-17-2003 04:57 AM).] |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
K: you brush realms I dare to even imagine He is going to adore this . . . Is stunning truly - what an absolute perfect vision xxoo |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
One should never mess with them that know...  Smiling... and coming back later for an afternoon read... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Karen...wonderful write/rite..*smiling here* Bill is going to love this! Into my library with this visual ritual. ~Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
a low light played from twigs of throne and then I felt we weren't alone. ~*~ "I smell curiosity..." I sniffed the air and compromised. "Find him. But? bring him to me-- Let him sate his final need. He wants to know the witches' rede? Bring him to me-- now." ~*~ There beneath a sago palm they found him clutching his guitar sweating rivers graced by moon ~*~ and he sank down to his knees... He looked at me humility and then he sparked the strings. ~*~ I heard the strings bend to his quest fingertips upon the neck and felt the shivers of my spine-- he dared to look. I dared to smile. ~*~ tangled vine around a limb his fingers sang to me... ~*~ "This man came to us, in love. let him record the sounds of dust ~*~ and he wears the mark of "good." A solemn rite--initiate-- beneath the cypress wood. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ No, this is not JM in disguise...but I told you I'd be back...so many lines made me dance, so many moments held in chance, so many rhymes to fit the time, so lovely this...ring of chimes... So...I just wanted you to know... you ROCK my SOCKS... and PS is very very Happy! |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Serenity Blaze - this is stunning, I believe one of your best. Something inspired you I'm sure. Thank you my dear, BC |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Karen...wow...THIS is AWESOME! The rhythm and flow are excellent and the whole thing just dances off the page. And the words?...the words are just too cool. Loving this, my witchy friend.  "...until you have read the verse on his heart, |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Karen - again I read the words of the swamp witch and are mesmerized by them... BC |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
~~ nmaste ~~ |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Hey Kare  I love this love story with a twist. HeeHee! I felt like I was right there watching. And, the unknown is sometimes scary, but you write about it so lovingly, there has to be truth in it. I looked up some of the links that Ed had mentioned to me in his thread that time because Gary is so interested. He still says that "GG" stand for "Gary's Goddess" instead of "Garysgirl".  Hugs to you, my good witchey friend, Ethel |
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Patricia Member Elite
since 2003-04-06
Posts 2160Missouri |
Oh my...Each word carefully placed to create each mesmerizing line. When I read your writings, I feel as if I escape not just into another place...but another realm. Your pen bequeath so much eloquence...You, my dear, will be one I study in my efforts to become the poet I wish to be. Patricia |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Ye must surely see, dear Karen, it be poems such as this that makes ye one of mine favorite scribes!  Luvin' hugs, Linda ....SAVED! |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Whooohooo!!! Love this!! hugs, Chris  "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
Awesome! |
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Moonlight Romeo
since 2001-09-10
Posts 982The heart of you |
Hearing always that which does not speak. Thank you. Peace is the only battle worth waging. |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
I love when you splain this has your hip thrusts in it  |
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ljossberir Member
since 2003-05-04
Posts 81Ny, USA |
BB and MM an' all that.... lol nice poem! -matt |
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