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https://www.are.na/block/5508658

#words

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🐦Anne’s Beltane Ritual🐝

Goddess of Beltane, Sacred Mother, Queen of May, Wild lady of the woods guardian of love and life, welcome to our circle

We beings, powerful and sacred, declare upon this hallowed night.

Our heavenly bodies belong solely to us

We shall choose whom to love and with whom to share trust

We shall walk upon this earth with grace and respect

We'll always take pride in our great intellect

We'll honor our emotions so our spirits may soar

And should any man belittle us, we'll show them the door!

Our spirits are unbreakable, our imaginations free

Walk with us goddess, so blessed are we!

Blessed Beltane, Angels 🌸💒

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A birthday poem for a person I love

‘Let them be punctuated not by man-made marks of time passed,

But by memories collected in cupped palms,

Drank like music and medicine

Tasted on the tongue just like

How the greek Gods eat fruit -

Reclined in the rich arms of life’

#poetry #words as gifts #poets on tumblr

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Joan Didion On keeping a notebook

#joan didion #this woman sees me

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(…) I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. Probably not even real.

Mark Z. Danielewski, from House Of Leaves (via adrasteiax)

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Holy Feast and Holy Fast, Caroline Walker Bynum

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Czeslaw Milosz

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I kneel at the foot of my childhood bed.

This room is the closest thing to a place of worship I’ve ever known.

- L

#poems and poetry #poetry #poets on tumblr

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SKIN🌫️

A poem by me - 31/12/22

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My body is a castle

For which I haven’t the key-

Cobweb-less lofty rafters,

The princess not set free.

Portraits of oil

Await my empty stage

Whilst I sit outside knocking,

Waiting to be saved.

My body is a house

Which I haven’t yet warmed-

Floorboards bare, a chair

At no table,

I long to decorate I just haven’t been able.

‘My feet are cold’

I complain, but refuse

To sit back

And relax

And kick off my shoes,

And find peace in this home

That I didn’t choose.

My body is a river

That I’m scared to jump in-

I’m out of my depth

And ashamed I can’t swim.

I’ll dip in a toe,

Or if I’m brave take a wade,

But with nothing to hold

I become too afraid.

This water is mine

Yet it I cannot tread,

What if I lose my way?

Or worse,

Find it instead.

- a poem by me 21/12/22

#poem #poetry #poets on tumblr

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august🧖‍♀️

#film photography #photography

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defrosted mayflowers. a poem by me

her skin is soft like fruit flesh,

sweet, fresh off the vine

her life homegrown, patient, and ripe,

finally, in her prime.

but she fears of the days downstream

that follow this warm season,

the cruel, corrosive winter

where life dies for no real reason.

what’s the use in watering the plants,

if in five months they’ll be dead?

‘am i luring them to their death,’ she thinks

‘or giving them a life instead?’

she finds herself in springtime

pondering, despite it all,

if mayflowers can be frozen

to defrost them in the fall

- L

photo by me.

#poetry #short poem #poem #poems and poetry #photography #film photography #summer #newpoetssociety

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when nature loves you back <3

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blonde

#photo #photography #film photography #guitar

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lemon and earlgrey biscuits🍋🧈🧝🏼‍♀️