this is just a short ramble my train of thought coming off the tracks nobody runs a tight shipwreck except it is very much expected with unemployment and four walls closing in with face masks and “working remotely” (remote, definition: “having very little connection with… Read More
Crooked by Amoret BriarRose My serpentine spine did not gift Eve with the apple; good posture is not magic is not a cure-all is not integrity made flesh. Featured Image: Mariana in the South, 1897, John William Waterhouse [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Ehwaz/The Horse by Amoret BriarRose I approach her slowly, bit of apple in my hand, hoping to coax her? Befriend her? I’m not sure either is truly possible. I know in my heart: she is a wild thing though the path near the fence is… Read More
Image: A Bridge is No Country by Amoret
The Risk
by Amoret BriarRose
They say that a bridge is no country
and thus I wonder, when I reach out,
extend toward another, do I then
lose sovereignty to gain connection,
risk self to touch other…
or do we blend together, boundaries
wavering as watercolors, soaking up
the pigment of what we become
together?
I am ready to meet the autumn,
picked for a twilight brew
ready to know the tastes
so bitter on Her tongue.
Not all mothers birth.
Never grow a wishbone where your backbone ought to be. ~Clementine Padford
Image: A Spine For All Seasons by Amoret
A Spine For All Seasons
by Amoret BriarRose
And if your spine was a sword, what then?
Could it bear the weight of all seasons,
cutting when necessary
blessing when necessary
knowing hearts are both stones and feathers?
We Are the Ones by Amoret BriarRose Don’t despair! We are indeed made for these times, born for this dying empire breathing tired air and drinking troubled waters, rising from so many fires, exactly what is needed. Image: Need and Joy by Amoret
I have my copy of Three Drops from a Cauldron’s Lughnasadh 2016 anthology in hand! Get yours here! Featured Image: Mushrooms by Amoret
Reciprocity by Amoret BriarRose The Ancestors call. I pour the water, light the candles, sing the songs and suddenly legions are behind me, washing me forward on waves of blood memory. Image: Birth the Dream by Amoret
My poem “Gwion finds gainful employment” has been included in Three Drops from a Cauldron’s Lughnasadh 2016 anthology. It is very modestly priced, so be sure to pick up a copy!
Image: Mushrooms by Amoret
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