Arcing through nightly skies
Flaming languid passion,
Kissing stars as She flies
Fluttering in lunation,
Brightly feathered arching
Casting subtle shadows,
Seas and Earth hear Her sing
Burning in poems and prose,
Bards' quills wrought of Her plumes
Shedding mighty feathers,
Her monthly wing-beat looms
Raising the tides and waters,
Brimming liquid essence
Dolloping like a song,
Enchanting every sense
Her influence more than strong.
Showing posts with label poetry. jewel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. jewel. Show all posts
Monday, August 3, 2009
Labels:
languid,
magick. magic,
moon,
poem,
poetry,
poetry. jewel,
prose
Magickal Blue
The new moon brightly broods
Her celestial horns piercing,
Tempting seductive moods
You almost hear her sing,
Wanton silver sliver
Through deep blue she eases,
An electric shiver
Lifts hair while it pleases,
Jewel hanging above
Shoots out moonbeams to ride,
Moondrops tasting of love
Warm dew for us to glide,
By her charms enraptured
Sweet Venus caresses,
While in her spell captured
The sunset obsesses,
Trees feel her light touching
Seas see her slender form,
Magick cast while watching
She gives back soft and warm.
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