Meditation in Light and Dark by Kathryn Gordon Prisms glow in fire and squirrels knot themselves on bark. Emerging slowly, branches etch a forest into snow — In this way, all living things grow more vivid in unfertile soil. About the Author: Kathryn has written poetry for many years because it helps her to identify…
Fin (the Owl of Cwm Cawlwyd) by Jenny Bates It’s raining, and my dreams of an evening meal feel like a wet discarded rag. It’s a blanket of a day. Wisely, I wrap my disappointment around me and dream of fish; whose fins carry them through water like my wings through air. It’s ironic being…
Shadow Dance by Rhosyn Gwyn Yesterday flickers in the candlelight Dancing slowly in the shadows Mocking what had been bright and brash Sparks of what once was Become the glow of what is Time becomes timeless. For an instant Old and new become one Until the brilliance of transmutation Again extinguishes the taper of the…
By Linda Lurcott Being the daughter of an amateur astronomer the night sky is usually a topic of discussion or the plan of the evening, to view through the family telescope. Last fall, I discovered a photographic exhibit, entitled “Star Struck”, on astronomy at a nearby museum. I immediately wanted to take my dad. Then I noticed…
Acorn by Rhosyn Gwyn I once lived amidst the clouds in lofty limbs that held me close. I touched the sky without waxen wings. But I, too, have plummeted fallen and disgraced. The honorable tower above me casting down their dead and dying. And here I lie among the reeking wreckage of decay searching for…
by: Rhosyn Gwyn Standing on the precipice of possibility Like a nestling Flexing neophyte wings For the first time Nameless obscurity Clouds the landscape where all will be known and understood Benumbing fear Intoxicating joy Mingling As I spread my wings And jump into the future Bio.: My name is Rhosyn Gwyn, and I…
by Laura Violet Rimola (translated from Italian by Alessandro Zabini) A tinkle rustles through the gloaming mists and comes to the farthest shores, calling the Barge of the deep Journey. Silently comes the Barge, gliding over the waters, coming close to the shingle, calling us aboard it, and we sit down inside it… It’s empty….
by: Leandra Standing in her kitchen, she ponders her life Her never ending job as a mother and wife She thinks back to the days of Olde And how the witches lived as the stories are told So much has changed throughout all these years Fear for their lived replaced with new fears Do we…
By Ann Marie Hunting through shadows, Owl stalks the night, shrieking as Claws Find Prey. Sacred Emergence, Goddess of Nine Flowers birthing night to day
Goddess Full Moon Prayer By Sky Fowler Guide me in serenity as I step into my sovereignty without judgment, accepting myself how I am, perfect in my imperfection. Guide me as I step into my power, shedding the self-doubt and negative self-talk as a reptile sheds its skin. Guide me as I blossom, unburden me…