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Music, Magic & Mayhem

I dare you now to dance with me
For once alone, no one to see
Naked under pure moonbeams
Where silver light vibrates and teams

Amongst the woodland creatures bring
Peace, contentment, the sacred ring
Where energy will surely rise
When we connect at fireside.

The ancient sound, a sacred drum
Invoking goddess and her son
Drawing down the divine moon
The tempo rises, the time is soon

The heart does quicken as mind clears
In purity we release all fears
The smell of sage in fire, burns
And perceived reality begins to turn

Through centuries of time and man
Before we called it Holy Land
Commissioned by the royal name
No son of god would lay such claim.

The circle now begins to grow
The salt is burning a sacred glow
The magick of mind grows and vibrates
Bringing us to Holy gates

And at its center, wild flames will leap
Within this circle our souls will meet
With our disguises washed away
To the song of the night, our bodies sway.

And around us now the magick grows
With harm to none, we reap, she sows
Our mother smiles in the sky
The stars, her children, become our guides

As we leave these earthly shells behind
And drunk on love, our souls collide.
The music of creation sings
And out of chaos, the mayhem brings

The magick we will forever share
Beyond this circle to everywhere
For now we are the sacred flame
That will burn forever in magick's name.

And always will that sacred song
Beat in our hearts forever~long
Into the mystery of one
The love of goddess, mother, son

Initially, I wanted to write of my beautiful homeland, to invite you to our shores, and share with you a Blue Nose kitchen stomp...alas...it remains unwritten, and rather than risking missing this weeks Wednesday Wake Up Call...I instead...invite you into my sacred space...to some it will be a familiar place, for others, perhaps a new adventure. No matter...I wasn't risking missing Joanne Elliott's excellent prompt as I prep for a busy weekend ahead! Join us, won't you?

Comments

Brian Miller said…
magickal indeed...and mystical....the wild flames....i was peeking in on your ritual and holding my breathe so as not to disturb....smiles....enchanting verse poet....
Unknown said…
Very visual, easily detailed for the sense. Awesome vision Tash, a mystical realm indeed.
Susie Clevenger said…
Magic, moonlight and dance...what a glorious time of freedom and mysticism. Love this!
jmbhatt said…
What reverberates is sounds of incantation & the rush of ritual....soul-bathing is complete!!! Lovely work of a word-alchemist indeed!!
Gene said…
This is probably one of my favorites of yours. Loved it, felt instantly transported to this special space, beneath the mother moon.
Unknown said…
Natasha
poetry is giving you a platform to clear out the proverbial cobwebs and express anew
Monty said…
your opening says it all. dance like noone is watching. let the darkness hide and free spirits ride a wave of energy and a magic carpet to make real our dreams. love it, poetess :)

Monty
You know I love it! You've captured the feel of another time and place in this time and place perfectly.
And it's like a chant. I do remember this one...I think I shared a short chant I wrote that had a similar feel. :-)

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