By the hair of the moon

The first poem from the Oracle is linked to the manuscript I’ve been working on over the last couple of weeks. In the second poem, I wanted the line to read:

across the skin of the water

but the oracle wouldn’t let me. I presume she had her reasons.

 

I will lingerScreen Shot 2018-10-13 at 09.01.25

by the vast green ocean

for eternity, beneath a blue sky,

you said,

and never need to remember a time

when I could not hear your voice,

or see the broken stars in your eyes.

 

 

Bitter as winter light,Screen Shot 2018-10-13 at 09.25.57

no diamond days remain;

those days are over,

but the hair of the moon still flies

above the skin of the water,

licked by the wind

of some other sky.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Let the ship sail

This is mood music. I’m glad I let the Oracle continue. I didn’t think she’d pose a question without providing an answer.

 

 

I remember clouds by colour,Screen Shot 2018-10-06 at 10.56.46

their slow warmth growing

with the daylight,

like laughter of ghosts,

dancing away the darkness.

Listen to the sky,

the salt stars are weeping.

 

 

 

Cool moonScreen Shot 2018-10-06 at 11.55.59

on forest silence sits,

nothing stirs,

wind whispers no music

to the shadows,

rain patters, unheard by any ear.

Why this sadness, this aching,

when life’s juices are brimming over?

 

 

Let the ship sailScreen Shot 2018-10-06 at 13.48.45

from these shores,

its prow to the sun.

No regrets,

those are for the sad and lonely

not the dreamers.

 

Green magic

The Oracle certainly knew what she was doing with this one! I’m on the final volume of my rewrite, making sure all the threads link up at the end.

 

Could I listen with less joyScreen Shot 2018-09-22 at 11.37.53

to the universal song

or watch the clouds dance

in the soft salt sky?

Life is both dark voices

calling in the night

and the Green Woman’s magic

spinning morning from fiery blue stars.