Frozen Tundra

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The past is a frozen tundra
Immovable and unchangeable

There is only now
This present moment
To live in the knowledge
I have gained

I allow the past
To drift away
On the ocean of tears
I have cried over marks
I have missed
And cherished dreams
I have failed to
To manifest

Today I make peace
With the Present
And arise from the frigid waters
Frozen fingers aching to weave
A new beginning
From all the frayed ends.

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Bridges

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The bridges you’ve burned smolder behind me
Staining the innocence of a bright new day
Through the thick, dark smoke of brokenness
I see the outline of new bridges [to jump from, cross over or burn to ashes]
Shimmering and swaying in the distance,
Whispering promises that make a mockery of my fears
Looking over my shoulder one last time
I see the bridge where you faltered
Refusing to cross over onto solid ground with me
Within the blink of an eye it vanishes
A mere specter in the realm of what could have been
Before you succumbed to your predilection
For gasoline and matches

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L’chaim and cheers to OLN at dVerse and our gracious host, Grace.

Kundalini

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The Serpent Goddess winds up your spine
Wrapping around your wounded heart
Evoking cool ocean breezes
Followed by the heat of the desert sun
A wild taste of freedom shoots upward
Engaging every inch of your existence
In a sensual dance
Droplets of blood rain fall steadily
Washing away all your pain
Colors flash through your cerebral cortex
Fiery red flashes of anger
Indigo black ripples of peace
Sea green waves of bitterness
Amber orange rays of hope

You become an Old World lizard
A hungry panther
An Indian Star tortoise bridging heaven and earth

An angel with steely wings
Swoops in
Challenging your beliefs
Pitting itself against your humaneness
Pressing sharp talons into your flesh

Shape-shifting
You become billows of smoke
Purging and cleansing
Your tortured soul

You are a crystal clear river now
Flowing fiercely and freely
Calmly and powerfully
Kundalini’s work is done

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Connecting the Mystical Dots:

Kundalini (the Hindu Serpent Goddess) rests like a coiled serpent at the base of the spine. When her dormant energy is released, it flows upward through the seven chakras, leading to an intensely cathartic process and altered states of consciousness, known as a Kundalini Awakening.

In Kabbalah (Jewish mysticism), the serpent exists to reveal our ego-centric illusions, which block our access to Higher consciousness, Divine Mind and self-repair. 

L’chaim and cheers to Open Link Night at dVerse and our gracious host, Grace.

Shade

I dwell in shade
Engulfed by grays
No color palette to
Enliven my days
Shadows take hold
Where my life enfolds
I have no rainbows
To vitalize my soul
All my words drift
Into soundless mist
I look into the mirror
And I don’t exist

I have no face
I’ve been erased
All that I am is pain-filled space

© 2017 Mother Wintermoon 

For D’verse and host Lillian, using “shades” as our inspiration. 

Underground

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A black cat mewls piteously
upon my gravestone
the stench of decay
fills my nostrils
unearthly roots encircle my legs
smoke
sulfur
excrement
the alchemy of hell
turns my soul into
acrid rain
wizening
eroding
decomposing
soil blackens my lips
as i begin this descent
into the underworld
where fire consumes my shame

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Underground II

Risen and fallen
a lone candle burns
upon my tombstone
a feral cat scratches at my grave
roses wither on the vine
as the goddess of the underworld
invokes my name
pain is my destiny
into the bowels of oblivion
i accept my fate

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Cheers to Open Link Night at dVerse and our host, BodhiRose (Gayle). My poems are inspired by the Underground theme hosted by PaulScribbles, which conjures up my dark nights of the soul.

 

Defiance


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Into this hallowed chamber,
harshness enters,
bruising my knees,
weighing down my outstretched arms,
despair descends,
as icicles in frozen air,
angels witness,
etched into panels of stained glass,
taunting voices whisper,
mocking my faith,
drowning out the chorus of prayers.

The face of your image looms,
burned into my naked flesh,
i arise! in defiance of,
this sham salvation,
the angels shiver,
trembling against fragile glass,
shattering the panes,
into bright pieces
of sharpened resolve.

© 2016 All Rights Reserved ~

Cheers and L’chaim to dVerse and Bjorn. Our prompt is to work the shadows of light and dark.

Forsaken Supplication

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Forsaken supplication,
slivers of fractured sunlight,
filtered through stained glass,
warming her fragile flesh~
Swaying with bended knees,
in this primordial House of God,
walls whispering tales of ancient lust~
Encased in prayer she awaits,
invocations in The Holy Tongue,
escaping unbidden from her lips~
Her soul cries for release and vindication,
corporeal scars uncovered,
her robes turned to ashes and dust~
The Bride enters,
a likeness cloaked in amber shadows,
formed from shards of brokenness~
Secrets of suffering revealed,
in rivulets of tears, carving patterns,
into time worn stone

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“The Holy Tongue” – Lashon HaKodesh in Hebrew – refers to the Hebrew language.

“The Bride” – Kallah in Hebrew – She is the Divine Feminine face of Shabbat (the Jewish Sabbath) in “Lecha Dodi,” a Hebrew song integral to Friday night services.

Cheers and l’chayim to OLN at dVerse Poet’s Pub and Mish, who used the expression “If walls could talk” as our inspiration. 

Dazzled

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You are wholeness,
You are exquisiteness,
You are an imperfect jewel of delight.
There is an entire universe,
Contained in the smallest speck
Of your corporeal life.

No matter how broken you feel,
No matter how many times you have shattered,
You are a crystal of Divine radiance.
Continuing to reflect and refract,
Many whispered wisps of light.

You are a lamplight of the Divine.
You are a guardian of goodness.
You are Holy Sparks waiting to ignite.

You are a luminous being,
You are a rainbow after the rain,
You are the wondrous sparkle
Within the sacred veil of night.

© Mother Wintermoon 2016

Cheers to dVerse and our host, Lillian. We are evoking the energy of the words “razzle, dazzle and sparkle,” using one, all, or none of the words in our work. 

Wings and Claws

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Feathers floating…
Falling…

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Sharp talons scratching
At my thoughts

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Feathers drifting down
Engulfing me
In a cloud of raven black

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My words are wings and claws
The color of the midnight sky

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Feathers soft and sharp
Powerful and fragile
Dipped into my inkwell
Scratch, scratch, scratch

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My words are wings and claws
My thoughts are velvety feathers
As dark as the blue-black sky

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I am the Morrigan
Protector and stormy pathway
Shape-shifting Goddess
Of fate and death

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I am the Morrigan
Traversing dimensions
Goddess of prophesy,
Night, magic, and revenge

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I carry souls
Within my inky wings
To be rebirthed
At my behest

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Feathers drifting down
Plumose onyx
My thoughts are wings and claws
My words are the midnight sky

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The Morrigan is a Goddess identified with the raven, also known as, The Raven Goddess.

Cheers to dVerse and our host Bjorn. We’re delving into cubism as a poetry form, where many small poems are written on the same object with a shift of perspective, that provides context as a whole.

 

Drumbeat of Sorrow

In loving memory of Cecil the magnificent lion and Harambe, the rare and majestic silverback gorilla, whose lives were ended by humans.

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mankind, I shall see you again
standing at the entrance to the
Rainbow Bridge
waiting for direction
feet traversing stepping stones
on a new horizon
where Spirit will awaken
the drumbeat of sorrow
at what you have wrought
tears shall overflow your eyes
as you behold our magnificence
your soul will tremble
with the cadence of pain
as you gaze upon the Medicine Wheel
you have desecrated
and the feather of the Great Spirit
you have so carelessly trampled ~
here, within the Sacred Hoop
we are your teachers
we are your healers
we are the stewards of your fate

© Mother Wintermoon 2016

Cheers to Open Link Night at dVerse with bard Bjorn.

Open


Open
your golden heart to me
Unfurl
your bruised roots
Let me whisper
your soul
into bloom

Open
your violet hues to me
Let me taste
your crimson pain
With every piercing thorn
on your stem
I bleed life
into your wilted soul

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Quadrille #16 for dVerse, hosted by Victoria, who prompts us to open to our inner muse using the word “open” in our 44 words.