drawn down from the stars
character, prediction, sense
magic of the spheres
~
CLP 21/10/2022
on light
Tag Archives: Magic
on evening
dusk draws up magic
Strawberry Moon, dragonflies
our path less certain
~
CLP 16/06/2022
Absent Witch Constant Spell
within and without
about and above
on water in air
held by limbs of dark woods
spun out in high clouds
in setting sun and rising stars
broken moon on the lake
dancing through Alpine mist
sunk in thermal pools
strung out by pylons
with their infinite lines
caught in corners of rooms
by fine webs I'll be bound
while her butterfly wings no more can be found
~
n.b. Yes, it’s April again tomorrow and using prompts from those beautiful people at NaPoWriMo, welcome to the write a poem a day global challenge.
We have kicked off with an Emily Dickinson based prompt:
“The absence of the witch does not / Invalidate the spell”
n.n.b. Witches and their spells may be good or may be bad, but there’s always magic.
CLP 31/03/2022
Visitation
Look outside x x the text message instructed Heavens! An angel
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n.b. Do you ever think you are living in a dream? She kissed me, but I am still not sure if this actually happened. I couldn’t have made it up, could I?
~
CLP 05/11/2021
L3 (Day 67): Nowhere Lane
Which sorceress named
this Norfolk track? It’s right here,
in Great Witchingham.
~
n.b. …or is it?
It was a long cycle ride today. Perhaps I was hallucinating so desperate was I for a cuppa at Reepham & Whitwell Junction (take away only) café.
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On Memory ii
We at tower top
blue mist lines of distant hills
Il duomo bells
~
CLP 05/01/2021
On Losing (26)
It’s impossible
to recreate the magic
it can’t be the same
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n.b. Why? Because it’s magic, silly!
~
CLP 02/01/2020
Daynight
Lines cross, shapes submerge
Indistinct distinctions now
Occur as dusk blurs
~
CLP 24/07/2020
Rhyme or Reason
All this washing!
All colours faded
Magic thinned
Sweet spells spun out
Dark potions dried
All wrung tight
Hung out in rain
Concoctions separate
Mystery now plain
All once known
Must be re-found again
.
www.napowrimo.net day 3 rhyme…random words…sense from chaos.
CLP 03/04/2020
The Witch
A pronounced bow wave
Presages her imminent arrival
Her keel knifes the dark waters
Peels twin curls off the surface
.
She draws down the light of stars
Calls the wind to her direction
Tides pause on her command
Squalls and storms follow
.
Treading water as she passes
We can only witness this spirit
That lifts like incoming waves
Leaves us awash in her wake
.
n.b. NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 13 prompt, witch
I was asked, “Is this poem about a boat, or a person?” You decide.
CLP 13/04/2019
Voyage des Mots 