12 September 2011

Conjuror

Photo - Diana Matisz
when the moon
casts an opal eye
on sweet grass
lush and deep

when grey-beard moss
whip-stitches jagged sutures
into a coal-black night

as raven-ink wings
of hollow-bone birds
beat into submission
feral howls of need

you will find her

arms akimbo
legs dovetailed
pale skin smeared with 
the dirt of a sacred place

you will hear her

black-note hymn
a chant, sweet canticle
of three words
sung in runes...




19 comments:

  1. ...a lush garden of images woven into a night both full and empty

    I think
    that she
    is me

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  2. Sweetest vision, given voice. It reads like a lovely dream.

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  3. "when grey-beard moss
    whip stitches jagged sutures
    into a coal-black night" beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!

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  4. Rich, lush, inky imagry and I like the juxtaposition of th edgy "whip stiches jagged sutures" mysterious, dark; a lovely piece!

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  5. you create an experience and make writing in this style appear effortless when it must be tough - very natural and affecting

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  6. great use of words and descriptors to build this...your word choice accentuates the feel immensely...very well done diana

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  7. beautiful romantic image!

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  8. "you will hear her

    black-note hymn
    a chant, sweet canticle
    of three words
    sung in runes"

    Ah! Music to my ears! Rites close to my own heart! I feel the magick! By the Goddess, may she work her will in the world! %^& *+@ !!!

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  9. Okay...running to my rune dictionary! I am a moon worshiper to the highest! Did you see her riding the sky last night...draw her down and bath in her magic...Diana! I love this...you have weaved silver magick with your write! And I will be ending my commenting on a very high note :) Thank you!

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  10. I'm with Natasha, that moon last night was a poet's dream, and here she is in this conjuring, with the shadows and words so softly chanted, so magical and mossy...I also had an opal eye in my poem today, but in not nearly so pleasant a context. Just lovely, Diana.

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  11. You have a great use of words to describe this wonderful poem and well written
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/13/a-new-life-begins/

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  12. Beautifully crafted, wonderful descriptors-- excellent poem-- glad I stopped by! xxxj

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  13. of hollow-bone birds
    beat into submission
    feral howls of need

    Fantastic lines in a stunner of a poem.

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  14. Diana! What a wonderful 'tasting' you created here...very yummy! Think I'll have some more!

    And gotta love this too,

    "...a chant, sweet canticle
    of three words
    sung in runes."

    A N D I really loved the added runes at the end...additions like that really enhance one's work...Roger ☺

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  15. Such rich images and a great lil rhythm to it. Luved it all. The voice, tempo, your heart, it was all good in a all-good kind-a way. ENjoyed!!!!!!!!!!!

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  16. This is beautiful..loved the tender imagery here

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  17. when grey-beard moss
    whip stitches jagged sutures
    into a coal-black night

    Wonderful imagery woven softly into a poem that feels like song.

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  18. Singing songs of ancient realms.

    I did see and feel her.

    Hugs and smiles

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