
She is a scavenger bird
wings beating
against her invisible cage
surviving
on scraps
© 2015 Mother Wintermoon
She is a scavenger bird
wings beating
against her invisible cage
surviving
on scraps
© 2015 Mother Wintermoon
Many thanks, Cathy! I appreciate all your visits with me under the moonlight and all your kind words. Love and (((hugs))) MW
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Your selection of words jostled a memory of a poem I wrote many moons ago, when I was young maiden moon. 🙂 Off I went to forage through my old poetry journals to find it. I present it to you, faded ink, flourishing cursive, and all.
Dancing down the moon tonight, spirits whisper of sweet delights, basking in her luminous gleam, we dressed in garlands made of dreams. Wrapped within the veil of night, we savored her nectar made of light. And when she waned, flowers bloomed, in the recesses where shadows loom. (To think, this was waiting for you, all this time)
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Simply beautiful. 🙂 I wish there were more ways to say it…I feel as if I’m repeating myself. lol Your featured image is haunting.
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Many thanks, Cathy! I appreciate all your visits with me under the moonlight and all your kind words. Love and (((hugs))) MW
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So well written Mother. Beauty wrapped in sorrow.
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Thank you kindly, Matt. Your words and visits are always appreciated. Peace, love and chocolate, MW
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So beautiful and directly touched my heart;
All the best,
– Gol
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Many thanks Gol for stopping by and leaving me the gift of your words. You are appreciated. Kindest regards, MW
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Oh this is so lovely. Clay and stardust. Just so visual. I can see it in front of me.
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Abundant thanks for being here with me beloved one and sitting with my words. Your feedback and comment love means so very much to me. {{{hugs}}} MW
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I’m in your orbit. Watching for moonshine, shadows, night birds and dreams.
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I’m over the moon to know you’re in orbit. Your selection of words jostled a memory of a poem I wrote many moons ago, when I was young maiden moon. 🙂 Off I went to forage through my old poetry journals to find it!
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