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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
Posted in Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge 2024
Tagged incantations, lullaby, spells bound
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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
spellcheck
if I feed this bubble (bubble, toil and trouble) in, can we go back in time and start again? :: PAD, day 22.
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.
Posted in Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge 2024
Tagged sevenlings, spells bound, trees, wildling wood, woods
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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
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
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
Posted in Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge 2024
Tagged eyes in the dark, howl, moon, screech, spells bound, wild, wilderness, wildling wood, wildlings, wildness
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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.
Posted in Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge 2024
Tagged cauldron sky, spells, spells bound, wildling wood
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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
(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.) ::
Posted in Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge 2024
Tagged fireflies, moon, spells bound, sprites, wildling wood, woods
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