It is believed to be an honor to ebb in sync with the moon as she waxes into her full face The ancient whispers of truth filling sisters with grace… Shamans, priestesses and healers synchronise to this cycle of blood, the red moon, ebbing and flowing outward bound darkness sung with light energy glowing.
But I would beg to differ…
An insatiable hunger holds me As my carnivorous desire drives me Rational thought now a forgotten entity, The drummer boy with blades my new reality, Seven days of sleep then seven days insomnia, I find silence now at twilight sit deep in thought throughout my night, Just me, the ham and the god danm fridge light.
Yet they say, this is a blessing the red moons energy deep within my core Empowering, releasing…
The stark emptiness of a blank canvas unfurling before my eyes. A lush carpet of soft blades of fresh grass tickling my senses as I explore bare foot around the confines of my existence. Will you walk there with me into the unknown? With a touch of my finger I will spread daisies across the horizon, white petals dancing gently in the breeze as yellow faces search for Helios. Long gone are my dreams of crimson petals that line the marble floor. The aged trees in their wisdom will bend their branches and form for us a bed, softened with moss from the woodland grounds and decorated with delicate star white petals, as the soft scent of Jasmine dances on the summer breeze. Will you lay at my side and let me map the contours of your body with a trail of gentle kisses shimmering in the golden sunlight that caresses our uninhibited bodies? And as I dance freely across this canvas of creation, rose bushes of every colour will bloom beneath the shadows of my foot prints, a floral dance floor for the twilight hours as Selene watches from the heavens and creates a pool of tranquility in which for us to bathe, sprinkled delicately with her crystallized devotion. And what beauty will you bring to my vision? Will you lay your palms upon the earth and create for me peahens and peacocks plumes of subtle beauty, so I may see the beauty of his train as he calls to his love? Will you tread upon the luscious grass and leave behind a trail of promised dandelion wishes, for me? Will you look to the heavens and request shooting stars to illuminate our skies? Will you look to the clouds and ask for warm rain to fall from the skies so we may dance together beneath the falling droplets? The stark emptiness of a blank canvas unfurling before our eyes in quartz promises past scars long eschew.
Skin wore the essence of summer, Kissed by waves, embraced by currents A taste of salt and golden glitter. Hair a tangled web of curls Yellow weaves of Destiny ocean eyes deep and fierce. Those days were our making, Druid souls seeped in Poseidon’s kingdom. Bare foot stamping our mark upon this world, etched forever into spirits energised by Helios, soothed by Selene caressed upon those shores by the oceans ebbing love.
Slowly it falls into oblivion smashed glass shattering memento. A brief pause when it hits. The cursed pleasure of karma. The jar becomes my integrity Piercing decades of time, the coffee grains, my dignity spilling openly at his feet. I count my blessings looking at the tattered remains of myself, it could have been worse. He bent to gather the shards of glass. It could have been tampons. That look, the one that says twenty years and still she’s as clumsy as ever. . . too late, the look lost now among the poetic irony of a dropped jar of coffee.