Surrender sky-clad to the Moon Heal, love, rest, grow, bathed in her glow Soul singing her clear silver tune Surrender sky-clad to the Moon Accept the Goddess given boon Love that will never cease to flow Surrender sky-clad to the Moon Heal, love, rest, grow, bathed in her glow
I have friends who actually go bathing outside all year round. Which makes me cold by just thinking about it. So does imagining dancing sky-clad to the moon in this freezing cold. So with a shiver and a laugh. This is tonight’s advent calendar post. :-)
Under a golden harvest moon I give thanks for the Goddess boon Cleansed by her mystical light Has freed my heart’s desire to write Enabled me to process what has been Find the healing Goddess muse within Explore the passion in my heart Down a new life-path start
Under a golden harvest moon Give thanks for the Goddess boons Bathed in her magical light Feel fortified and ready to fight Discover her path to find your twin The healing Goddess spark within Explore the passions in your heart Find your soul’s true art
Under a golden harvest moon We give thanks for the Goddess boons Blessed by her mystic light We see our purpose in our inner sight Gathered with our witch kin Each shining with Goddess glow within We feel faith in our hearts As each on their quest starts
I can’t believe how fast April has gone. Last year I struggled to write something every day. This year, with the ekphrastic challenge to guide me, the only struggle has been finding enough time to write as much as I’ve wanted. Some days I’ve even written and posted more than one poem. Will sit myself down to reflect and praise myself this weekend, and think about where to go from here. The praising part is one that I have real struggle with, normally I discredit my work and move on to the next thing. So will endeavour to change that this time.
The last ekphrastic poem became another Spenserian sonnet, with the linked rhyme scheme of ABAB BCBC CDCD EE.
I had to laugh a bit when I wrote it. I’ve stayed away from trying the Spenserian one because I thought the Shakesperian ones were hard enough. But it turns out the linked rhyme scheme, reminiscent of Terza Rima suits me much better.
Actually really pleased with this one. Feels like ending GloPoWriMo on a strong note.
One life Two hands Three in any holy trinity Four cardinal points Five sacred elements Six, love and sex, contain sacredness Seven chakras to shine clear Eight Sabbats in the wheel Nine, three fold law times three Ten Sephirots emanating divine light Eleven mysterious knowledge insights Twelve full moons, and one blue orange Thirteen witches in the magic coven
Nineteen, loving wisdom hope govern Twenty-Twenty karmic judgment appear, grow better, renew, global catastrophe draws near Twenty One light’s biannual turning point Twenty Two spiritual paths to ascend the three
The three witches appeared through my pen when I started writing poetry. They are free, headstrong characters that sometimes have their way with me. You can also find them in December Moon. Witches brew and Yesteryear Cheer.