Holkham ~ Norfolk

Seagull high in Sky.

Sands breathing in Dragons Breath.

Anchored through infinity Sky, Sand and Sea

Our bodies mirror the Curve of the Earth

Still

Opening

His body iron me cold ~ skin to wall
swollowing his cigarette ash whisky gin

above his engine noise ~ city seagull calling the sea
I remember I once had wings

and then I fly
my heart broken open

blood on the floor
salt tears for this earth

in deep earthern black heart
purr sweet note in the silence

My head bobbing on surface of sleep
I awake Laughing firefly
Light tiny hairs on his ears

To A Queer Kumquat

Oh MASCARPHONE
My Kumquat
Gingerly in your presence
Twas a sticky date with those pecan petals
It turned me
A greengage fool for you my love!
Your Creme Anglaise
Doth make even a coconut pound cake rise!
You poach apricots
Then daily with a fistful of pistachios
Come clean
Don't just Creme Anglaise me
Creme Fraiche me!
Almond tart me
And my passion fruit
Will surely plum jam
Trifle and prune is me
You will crystallise
Then caramelise
And sear me with
Your quince apace
Henceforth love bring rosewater
To my fig quarter
Oh me Kumquat
Me
Oh me
Mascarpone
Me
Oh me
Creme Fraiche
Me
Oh Oh me
Queen Baklava
Drizzle my roasted plums
And my mango is yours

by Julie Mullen
Erotic Poetry for Vegans & Vegetarians

Can you hear me raining
my cup is full
and I am dancing on the rim

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From moment to moment
I am waiting
for something to happen

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to wake up from this dream
and
live this life

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while I hear voices
stolen brutally
dare I breathe happiness
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must I dream to forget
or must I live
to remember

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and so I remember

every mother

gave birth to us all

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daring to live

this life

given

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silver Fox

Wounded Angel ~ Emily Young 2003 ~ Kew

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And the Angel loved us so much

His wings burnt as his passion and love for us grew

As he fell.

Knowing that as deep as he sang

Into our hearts of the earth.

The nearer we were to remembering our own wings

Beating so close to our beloved.

As we look inside we come alive to the night.

As we look to the night we come alive to the light.

As we look into the earth we remember the star burning bright.

In our hearts

My beloved.

We are all Wounded Angels

Silver Fox May 2010

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Learning to Sing

There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken, a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable. There is a sorrow beyond grief which leads to joy and a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength. There is a hollow space too vast for words through which we pass with each loss, out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being. There is a cry deeper than all sound whose serrated edges cut the heart as we break open to the place inside which is unbreakable and whole, while learning to sing

Rashani (via sacred graffiti)

Dancing with muddied Feet

Himself ~ by Brian Froud

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"The living bond between all life, Himself is

the breath that moves, the atom that dances,

and his magic is in pure being~living Loving.

He has the magic of procreation , of dancing

the spark into being. He is the one who dances

the great dance of life and death.

Dances upon the gate between the worlds

so that the dead may pass beyond.

It is also he who is willing to sacrifice himself

when that is necessary, for the sake of those whom he protects.

Even as our hearts beat within us,

we learn to mediate the life force through

Joyful being and action.

Expressing the power through healing

and love and trust,

we become more like Himself"

P84~85 The Faeries Oracle by Brian Froud and Jessica Macbeth

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A friend shared that yesterday she went to a posh party in shoes that she had bought after not trying them on. She had been to shoe shop after shoe shop trying countless shoes. None of them would fit. On arriving at the party she lost her shoes in the mud and went with muddied feet.

I exclaimed that she was a living faery tale.

Where upon I remembered a dream i had when I was in my twenties where I arrived at a posh party and was introduced to Pan who was dressed very smartly like everyone else ~ accept he had not trousers. He was not hiding his fur legs and hooves!

My dear friend also had shared how like me she has felt at odds since a child. Different. I have had dreams of trying in vain to force myself into ill fitting shoes. And as I write this I cannot pass on without being reminded of thousands of women who have had their feet bound...

This is an old poem I wrote in my twenties when I recalled a time I held memories of the Old Ways when I was in a Convent from 7 - 9 years old. I was young and so closer in my memory of the gateway between life and death. I remembered living as a daughter of Himself. Needless to say I did not fit into the Convent way. And this was not the last time I was told by a Christian authority figure that I was under the influence of the devil.

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Miraculous Transformation of Our Lady

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Stone reclusive, built for ten foot giants.

Hidden behind thickly interwoven ivy

Creeping cunning plant with

dark evergreen leaves

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Seeping supernatural shine.

No light between the gnarled arms

bending into mouths

tasting of deep red earth.

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A tunnel of conifer and yew smelling thickly

of red fluorescent berries

touching tantalizing the tip of my tongue

Screaming stomach pain and death.

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"Come along girls'' is lifted from

billowing stiff black skirts.

A chain of grey bobbing hats are

led to a ghostly circle of

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Silver birch, ash and beech

Sheltering a small crumbling arched wall.

Crouched, solitary a female figure with

pearl white hollow eyes

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Thin silenced mouth hovers over

stone drapes. Fingers shimmering

then sighing in the silence

I gasp She "Queen of the Faeries"!

silver fox

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To my Arctic Sisters

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The time for me spent with you all was precious and powerful

where we were mirrored in the land.

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Where the stars at our feet were light when I fell deep

I feared I would drown in their softness.

Where the white was not white but reflected the rainbow.

Where Spruce trees as black stars

reaching up to twinkling eyes,

draws life from deep in the earth.

Where the sleeping bear dreams

a laugh that rumbled deep in our bellies.

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Where I could feel thunder crack of ice

as my feet dared to walk naked and bare,

Upon black waters hiding silver flares

and black wings that sliced the blue sky.

Where the stillness held my grief and gave eternity to joy.

Where as I embraced the cold that cut

I connected to our brightest golden star.

Where I fell into a Vast Love.

silver fox

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Come to the edge

Come to the edge, he said.

We are afraid, they said.

Come to the edge, he said.

They came.

He pushed and they flew.

Guillaume Apollinaire

Song of Earths Heart

Silver blue sky.
Lay this heavy head
down to earth.
Ear to mouth.

Silver face.
Blade peel back memories,
so I can fly.
Mouth to ear.

silver fox

December

The year dwindles and glows
to December's red jewel
my birth month.

The sky blushes,
and lays it cheek
on the sparkling fields.

Then dusk swaddles the cattle,
their silhouettes
simple as faith.

These nights are gifts,
our hands unwrapping the darkness
to see what we have.

The train rushes, ecstatic,
to where you are,
my bright star.

Carol Ann Duffy {2005}

Poems from Kevin Macneil ~ Love and Zen

i see you rising

'Dh' iarr am muir a thadhal'
'The sea requested its visit'

i see you rising over lochs
and where your father sleeps
is pouring through your eyes,
his green boat, broken, cradled in your arms

the Minch is calmer tonight,
the waves uneasy
under a stary, disquieting, safisfying breeze

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The Flowers

I said to the flowers: 'You're shining'.
The flowers asked me: 'Keep breathing out'.
I said to the rain showers: 'You are my tears'.
The rain showers told me: 'As you say, we are your tears'.

And the flowers were so much brighter
so much more alive
so much more human.

Between tears
I begged and
begged of the flowers:
'Keep on breathing in.'

Up turned beatle, I lie down to relax my legs swimming.
Its a secret but I'll tell you,
this shell is just a coat with strings.
Time to shed.
silver fox

Leaving Home

Wearing tawny colours
shining gold
Walking into the sun

Sharply turn
eye to eye with a sparrow
Deep in conversation with me

{Must brush up on my sparrow speak}

Coming home

Bleeding belly pulling me
down to earth

I troll up hill
bags of shopping
elongating my swaying arms

Growling into the golden sun setting
Dreaming of steaming sweetcorn and green avoocado

{Today is not such a bad day after all for this sometimes vegetarian troll}

silver fox

Song of the Watcher & The Star

Song of the Watcher

On a hilltop against the star
Are columns of granite, rudely hewn;
Set in a lofty ring,
Upholding architraves:
Stones of unequal size
Between which blaze the stars;
Orange, steel blue, and vivid green,
As beads of dew on sunlit grass.

On a hilltop against the stars
Alone on the altar stone,
I shake out my nets of song
To catch the stars therein.
The stars of midnight joyously
Blaze like the flame of midday
That kindled in my heart;
They leap and trail out wide arcs down the sky.

On a hilltop against the stars,
In the roofless sanctuary,
Wakens the sacrificial fire
From the blazing stars drawn down.
The stars that were caught and fallen
In my flung net of song,
Kindle upon the altar-stone
The sacred blaze, apart.

On a hilltop against the stars
I dreamless sleep on the smooth grey altar-stone;
And the songs in my heart are as winds that go through the world,
The fires of my life are as stars that sing round the walls;
Bright centuries keeping watch, they grow
drowsy, the stones of the temple look dim,
And the world will soon foret the song of the
watcher of the stars.
But I shall sleep, still shrouded, on the broad
grey altar-stone.
Till tow eternities meet together, the shadows
of life and of death.

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The Star

There was a star which watched upon my
birth.
The great blue peaks were shrouded,
The sea was merged in haze, but, far apart,
There shone a single star.
And it burned steadily,
Watching through the night in silence;
It hung above the dusk
Whence I secretly came forth.

The peaks in the morning
Had thundered for creation;
The green sea had risen,
And swept clean the strand.
Now the wide earth was silent,
And silent the horizen;
When, between the ninth wave and the land,
I was brought forth.

There was a star which watched upon my coming,
I put forth my hand to seize it;
And, instantly the sky
Broke, and was ribbed with light;
Lightening ran down the peaks and smote the narrow valleys,
Wandering blue flames flickered about the
coastline,
The mountains danced in scarlet,
The earth roared with deep joy.

There is single star that burns to-night far in
the longely heavens;
The sea is hidden beneath it;
The mountains draw their capes of grey wool
closely about their shoulders;
There is no breath of wind.
Only the thought of one coming
Over the oceans in silence,
Wandering under a darker star
Than that which saw my birth.

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John Gould Fletcher ~ The Black Rock ~ 1928

Goddess Litany

She folded into infinity
At the centre and the circumference of all
In the Silence the never ending embrace

In the eyes of new born babes she dances the Song of Elders
Black ashen feet She dances
Rattle bone brittle into dust
Stars of pain and joy

With dew from her tongues she forges your heart
Burn smoulder sharpened carved
You bright flame the first born
Black as the innocent

Silver Fox

Dancing in the Sky

I am your desire

Light in your hand
Dancing in the sky

Dust of stars my throat burbling springs of joy
Oceans deep with teeth of mountains and
Sharp mirror to your eyes

Sound your longing
That birth you into being
In the cavern of my breast

I was born to desire you

Your kiss burning my heart
Your winged eyes fan the heavens
A thousand suns beating in your veins
Blood of heaven
Blood of earth
Blood of body
Blood of Light
Blood of Life
Blood of Death

silver fox