Bring the berry that bears no name
from golden bough of dawning spear,
to rest upon shoulders worn by pebbles,
for within the vee of nestled mound
newness seeks the morn.
Runes carved upon stripped bones
to ward the fey and wolf faced men,
while like the breezes between boughs,
Hyssop pheromones spiral high
to rouge the smile of mothers know.
Kismet secrets become opaque
when struck with shards of sun,
for within the Mobius circled thread
what has been will always be again.
Author notes
Birdlime is another name for mistletoe, the most sacred of the Celtic Tree Lore, the picture said meant re-birth to me.
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A contest entry
- Pay It Forward: Picture Inspired Contest by Night Hope.
1000 points, ended May 17, 21 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critique Requested
Comments
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"Runes carved upon stripped bones
to ward the fey and wolf faced men"
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"Kismet secrets become opaque
when struck with shards of sun"
These are some of the best lines in literature today, Poet. Great, vivid imagery within these incredible visuals. Thank you for entering my contest, my Friend. Good luck, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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I love the detail and the imagination and depth within this piece that has beautifully been created with such grasping power. I absolutly love this well done uncle
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I love this...
The ending is amazing and a perfect close to a beautifully created piece...
You always amaze me, Bro
Lynda
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