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Visits with the Crone

Contributed by winged on Wednesday, 15th December 2004 @ 11:33:21 AM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems



Misty, the morning
When you came to call
Sleep still held my limbs
Creaking and aching
I stepped down
My feet touching,
Young and yielding ground.
Gently you placed
Everything you knew
In my hands
Whose leather and bone
Did not disgust you
Whose claws you entrusted
With all that was yours.
Sitting you told me
A life of stories
And when evening came
You took your rest beneath my hill.
Morning came and rouse did I
Letting you sleep away
And midday sun
Warmed your heart
And breath was yours again.
Misty, the morning
When you came to call
And placed your name above my door
You sat your haunches down
By old Crone’s fire
And ate your fill and drank your thirst
And listened to the songs
Then late one day you took your leave
Walking down the path
An age had passed
A season gone
And all was dark once more
And so I wait
In cavern great
And wait for you to come
Step down from the tree you hold
Flute in hand,
To play once more your song.




Copyright © winged ... [ 2004-12-15 11:33:21]
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Re: Visits with the Crone (User Rating: 1 )
by sweetdemoness on Wednesday, 23rd March 2005 @ 02:50:09 PM AEST
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Oh man i don't see how you don't have any comments on this one. This is great! It is so earthy and peaceful. Are you wiccam? Well thats what it reminds me of when i have a earthly love hyppie moment...i loved it...great job.




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