These are linked poems created week by week for a year, inspired by the book No Choice But To Follow, and the poets therein who did it first.

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

July #2

To Leave, To Love, To Make

To Leave

The heat leeches from my dry skin
as soon as I abandon the hearthside.
The house sleeps behind me,
and in my seven layers I go
into winter's night under new Moon.
Seven shades past black to true dark.
With finger whitened to bone, I cast circle,
shivering inside.
The earth plane drops away.
I am between the worlds.

To Love

To love the world so much
that magic must be done
close to equinox
when the Moon is yet to swell
with possibility,
and the world teeters between death and life.
To love the world enough
to hold seven veils of chiffon
and have them fall, one, two, three,
through the chant
for the dropping of illusion,
the truth to be revealed,
for honesty and love to show through.
Seven veils for the seven gates
of Innanna.
To love the world so much
that corruption is willed away
and lies in government
grow thin as chiffon.
A chant, a mantra for each veil,
a gateway into light.

To Make

In the last minutes of the new Moon,
before She begins to birth herself,
with the power of seven elements - 
air, water, fire, earth, metal, spirit, mind - 
I feel in my cupped hands
the thought form of how the world could be,
and it sings one united clean song.
I feed in energy, through the top of my head,
down my body, out my hands,
strengthening, enlarging the vision.
I let it go to embrace the world.


The spell is done.
Circle is open, unbroken.
The hearth welcomes me like a pilgrim.

— Helen Patrice

6 comments:

  1. This is absolutely beautiful Helen!

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  2. This is wonderful to read out loud.
    Atmospheric, magical and the imagery seems to materialise like a hologram and hover in the air with the words spoken.
    Bowled over by this one.

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    1. Yes, I'm bowled over by this one too! Nothing short of magnificent.

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