Some Gifts by Amoret BriarRose great Need brings a subtle gift to your table, wrapped in tenacity and bound to your backbone: the opportunity to transform luck into legacy. Image: Wealth, Need, Legacy by Amoret
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All posts tagged “Poetry”
Message for Spring
Image: Fehu, Nauthiz and Berkano by Amoret
Vernal Oracle
by Amoret BriarRose
between Desire
and Creation:
a wealth of Need
returning you to
the World
This Is
This poem, my gods, this poem. This is one of the myriad of reasons that I am no longer a Catholic. What the priest said To my mother After her eighth pregnancy Ended in a hard loss And the doctor’s admonition Another might end… Read More
Call for Submissions: Full Moon & Foxglove (An Anthology of Witches & Witchcraft)
I am going to be submitting poetry – you should submit something, too! Read more here: Call for Submissions: Full Moon & Foxglove (An Anthology of Witches & Witchcraft)
Limbs Like Veins Across the Sky
Winter Warmth bare black limbs vein the cotton clouded sky, kindling for the cold burn of moonlight © 2013 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image: Between the Branches…Fog by glasseyes view – some rights reserved
Sovereignty
Sovereign By Amoret BriarRose I am the bow that unfurls the arrow’s speed and the arrow, and the air it divides and the cool eye watching as I fly past my sight. © 2015 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image: Female Archer by Sean Kirkpatrick… Read More
First Sonnet
I have never written a sonnet before – what a frustrating, yet ultimately fun task! Shoreline: The Mermaid’s Sonnet The waves grow rough and crash upon the rock Till sand remains as bone returns to soil And tide beats on the drum of shore, a… Read More
Supplement
Supplement by Amoret BriarRose You’re busy informing me about the subtle differences between calcium phosphorus and calcium carbonate, how one will fill in spongy bones, making them brittle, canceling out the little spaces that give and bend. I watch your hands, how they flick over… Read More
And the dreaming of trees
And the Dreaming of Trees Fire has returned to root. Leaves are long fallen, pools of amber, my discarded dress. Each thaw: burning awakens flesh, melts armor. Each freeze: contractions split asphalt, shudder the cocoon. Warmth escapes where it can. I return to dreams, blossoms… Read More
Brisingamen, by Ann Groa Sheffield
Originally posted on Silver and Gold:
Time for some poetry…. Brisingamen The first looked out – his eyes were opened At summer´s height – his heart was softened (Sweet murmur of sunlit water; Swaying grace of willow´s shade.) The forge he readied; thus he wrought:…
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