Tag Archives: spells bound

if you follow the path 

(these breadcrumbs, your heart)  , there’s a place at the start of the trail where you can feel the breeze on your skin,begin again.  if you ask the moonshe’ll bid you not to quit too soon; the only way out is through.  if you sing … Continue reading

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{Pin this to the tallest oak.} 

This poem is a WANTED poster for a wayward rhyme, an elusive slice of time to stay and play with all the pretty words                               (and horses).  It’s a plea for peace,a picking up of pieces after storm. A warm em-brace of softer syllables and a quiet space … Continue reading

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spellcheck

if I feed this bubble                   (bubble,        toil and trouble) in, can we go back in time and start again?  :: PAD, day 22.

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Sevenling: a poem of t(h)rees 

A poem of t(h)rees should beginperhaps with black ash, paper birch, scar-let oak. It would stretch skyward in the lightning ofopen palm, crepe myrtle, and weepingwillow’d sway, to teach us the root-word ways of endings. ::PAD, day 14.

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better swallow this poem

this poem holds a smiling spell an in-cantation ocean swell of hope – the scope of all that heals a squealof delighta lightening of hearta fresh square-one startwith no shame (just snacks). there’s a presto-change here for your doubt and fear a place to gear up your … Continue reading

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Wells & Spells 

Drawnand tired, we tossin our tarnished pieces of copperand listen for their impotent plop.                                Heads or tails,we whisper, knowing neither will do,for our heads are befuddled and be-draggled and our bodies feel likestrangers we must lug longdistances, heavy and unwieldy. … Continue reading

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advice for the wild 

:: take ease, child.    these woods are safer than the world                             at large.  that howl? a song, released from cage of lung, a calling     to the moon – a wooing   of the wild(er)ness within.  this screech, the reach     -ing of a voice to all who hear,    a … Continue reading

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spilling spells 

eye of toad and nerve of newt ,samba songand fireplace soot smudge of saffron smidge of rain touch of time and pinch of pain. your smallest whim, your deepest why;  pour all in and swirl it loose, then tip it out into a cauldron sky.  ::PAD, day 4.

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the words of the woods 

we cast them here(these stones, these bones), the sacred things we’ve stolen from a swollen sky. we scribe them with our souls on tree skins and raven wing; forward them to the faerie folk. sketch us your smallest secrets. we’ll hold all you holler in the … Continue reading

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(These Words, These Woods)

:: Before you leave, swirl seven sycamore leaves and leave three smallish twigs by that far tree as an offering for the sprites. Set the fireflies free. Then, encourage the moon to go on to bed. (Last one out turns out the lights.) ::

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