I am here, I am now, I am there, but how?
Mindful inner eye, as wide-angled lens
at once comprehends –
The totality of me, wild running free;
wind in my hair, loose vacant stare, ensues
flashing light beyond flick of switch –
Witch-way, way which?
Magickal myth or mythical trick?
Dust-silvered Darkness spreads wide her cloak;
spell-spoken lyrics, Spirits invoke;
arms thrown wide open, encircle, ensnare,
draw down the Moon, O Maiden so fair.
Empress of darkness, Goddess of night,
by day Mother Nature, earthly bound sprite;
maid in the morning, mother midday,
to crone full of wisdom by end of Sunray.
Whisper ‘O’ Willow, word-wagging pillow;
dream-spoken verse, unearthly mirth;
laughter and chants, meditate, enhance
the lives of the living, the lives of the lost,
shovel-spread organic compost.
Dance to the tune, of the Piper, the Pan –
sing, skip, make merry, drink life while you can.
Savoury sweetness, of cherry red lips;
bouncing bare bosoms, child-bearing hips.
Man borne of woman, she borne of man,
flesh interlocking, five-fold kiss, foetal plan.
Blueprint of Nature, bear fruit of the loom,
threads spun on spindles, in wheel spinning room.
Fortunes and foibles, on yarns woven tight:
a girl and a woman and hag within sight.
Singular stable, Hel’s horses three,
nag, mare and filly, on plains plainly see.
Past, Present, Future, time-tangled vine,
conceptual calendar, evergreen pine.
This way, not that way, that way, not this,
ritual direction, throw dice, turn, miss.
Earth worn costume, bone and skin,
not the body, box-like shell;
not the folds of flesh that tell;
this head, these hands, these legs and feet,
function as white cotton sheets.
Cover the bed, protect, preserve
spring-coiled foundations – Kundalini is served;
domiciled, dozing, down spinal tube,
Creation’s conundrum, carefully cubed.
Powerful presence, framed focal point,
quizzical querent, queue and annoint.
Wheel ever turning, circle rotates
on spherical cord, suspending, sedate.
Pisces pass over, pale into the night,
Graceful gradation, Saturnian slight.
Aquarian vessel, sail in with the Sun;
brilliance and beauty: out with the gun.
The circle is constant, clearly compels,
Pagan circumference with love binding spells.
Peace loving people, true and sincere,
Fool’s foot is forward –
State of no fear.
© Liola Lee 1999
I wrote this around the turn of the century as we went from one millennium to the next.