1. Allowing spirit guides to fill my soul with auric light,
Convened beneath a tree with Dragon's Blood and stones of white.
A Magick night - celestial gleam surrounds the waxing moon,
4. The Watchers beckoned North to South, as I prepare a boon.
An alter made of earth and flowers – stones and candle blaze
Adorns a circle underneath the amber resin haze.
A willow wand uplifted, incense smoke to raise my plea,
8. Fortuna, Goddess bear(ing) me luck by three, so mote it be!
Please tell me what you think
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A wiccan prayer perhaps¿? I too liked the ethereal quality. I couldn’t workout the use of ‘mote’ in the last line – a small boon, perhaps? Still, nice idea and well written.
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i enjoyed this - once i ignored the numbers(!?) i found it flows very well. i particularly liked the last two lines. imagery was very effective, too - nice job!
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I like this piece. I love the imagery, it pulls me in and I can smell the incence. My favourite line is: A Magick night - celestial gleam surrounds the waxing moon,
Not sure what the numbers are. Maybe just a typo. Good luck with this one.
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lol, I LOVE this site and all of your comments
it makes me feel so good to be able to share my thoughts with everyone and have them actually respond to it so thanks very much...and I dont know what the numbers are either hahah..i guess just an odd habit I got from keepin track of how many lines, i.e. sonnets
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