Excavating the Archives: Ode to a Geode

Unbroken

You hold the promise

Of all or nothing

The sparkling crystal interior

Of vibrant dreams

In rainbow shades

That glimmer in fairy light

or

Stone, plain stone

Smashed for no reason

But to see if

Like the rest of us

You are more magical

On the inside

Than on the out

A divine spark

Concealed within a

Skin of stone


This was originally posted in August 2015.  You can find the original post here.

Excavating the Archives: The Runecaster

runesShe sat on the side of the hill overlooking the town in the pre-dawn light.  Holding the pouch in her hand, she gently shook it, jumbling the contents, before up-ending the river stones onto the soft dewy grass, whispering as she did so, ‘Let them fall where they may.’

She took a moment to study the pattern of their falling; where they landed, how they landed, which way they faced.  Then she started to laugh.  It wasn’t that she was malevolent or evil, but the town didn’t like her for the truths she would tell.  But, as she told them, ‘If you ask the question, you will hear the answer.’

The town wouldn’t like the answer she had for them that morning.  The townsfolk were in for a very bad day.

‘Oh well,’ she said, shrugging her shoulders.  ‘You always reap what you sow.’


This was originally posted in September 2015.  You can find the original post here.

Excavating the Archives: Far from the Goddess

~ Hecate by William Blake ~ photo credit: wikipedia

Sunlight filters through the leaves
Lazily reaching out to the earth
But it does not touch me

Moonlight bathes all in majestic silver
Boldly breaking through inky clouds
But it does not reach me

Starlit beacons in the indigo night
Safely guide the lost and wayward
But they do not save me

I am far from the Goddess

Beyond the embrace of
Sun, Moon and Stars

I am far from the Goddess


You can find the original post here: Far From The Goddess – 24 April 2017

This Midsummer Night

A couple of verses of something I’ve been working on…Wishing Solstice Blessings to All 🙂


Night fires bright

Beacons and bonfires light

Up the hills tonight

Dancing snakes of torchlight

.

This Midsummer Night

*

Singing and chanting

Blessings be granting

Smiles true and enchanting

Fae spells be casting

.

This Midsummer Night

Weaving Destiny

By the light of the full moon

I weave my destiny

Casting spells

and

Whispering words

Of magical enchantment

*

To create the world

I want to see

*

To create the world

I want to be part of

*

To create the life

I want to live

*

To create the me

I want to be

 

The daily prompt: Create

Excavating the Archives: Never Ask A Dreamer…

Never ask a dreamer what she dreams about

For if she starts talking

If she smiles sweetly

If she takes you by the hand

You will finally understand the power of her words

As comprehension dawns on the magic she has wrought

You may wonder…

…You may not

But as sure as she is the moon

And you are the sun

The stars will guide you deep

Into her world of dreams

And there you shall remain

Loved, but lost to all, save her

For ever.


This poem was originally posted on this site July 2015, here:

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2015/07/27/never-ask-a-dreamer/

The Love Spell

Michelle dabbed some of the rosewater she had been brewing for nine days – whose petals had been gathered beneath the light of the last full moon – behind her ears.  Looking in the mirror next to the kitchen door, she adjusted the rose quartz charm at her throat.  What was that fleeting look she had just seen; nerves?

She frowned.  Then, cross with herself for doing so, she stretched the skin of her forehead with her fingers, trying to smooth out the damage.  That’s better.

The timer on the stove chimed, followed a few seconds later by the oven.  Soon the table was laid – the centrepiece, a homemade apple pie.  She had read somewhere that apples were sacred to Aphrodite.  Next to the pie dish sat a tarot card: The Lovers.  Michelle reached over and picked it up.

Holding it in her hand, she thought over the lengths she had gone to get things right.  No, not right.  Perfect.  Damn, she’d even found an astrologist online to check the alignment of the stars, just to see if they would be in her favour.  This had to work.  Thoughts of him were driving her to distraction.

Not that James had any idea what she had been planning.  He thought he was coming over to complete a report for work.  If she had her way, the office would be the last thing either of them would be thinking about, she mused, grinning mischievously.

For a heartbeat, she wondered if she was doing the right thing.  If she was being fair to him.  Hearts in love, she pondered, were not really concerned with “free will” and “do no harm”.  After all, wasn’t there that saying…”the heart wants what the heart wants?”  Anyway, it was love.  There was nothing evil or dangerous in that.  It’s not like I’m planning to bury a knife in his chest…

Pushing away the remainder of her misgivings, she placed the tarot card over her heart and whispered the incantation one more time.

You’ll be mine.

You’ll be mine.

You’ll be mine.

Now all she had to do was wait…