magic meadow

I

in a bowl of light

at the center of magic meadow

mountain laurel and i

exchange vows

alive in the Awesome Stillness

rushing water, birdsong and insect hum

are the enchanted voices of Spirit in the dawn

on sunday morning, too early for traffic

magic pathways are diamond-strewn

as infant green grasses raise beads of dew

glinting chips of shattered sunlight

in the early morning air

i think i must have been a pre-raphaelite

in another life

Nature stabs me to the heart

i cannot be numb

a dangerous thing

this Beauty

II

i share my poems

in the empty amphitheater

blossoming trees the only witnesses

and they applaud with silken susurration

of the breeze within the boughs

the stream laughs and sighs

in all the right places

and the songbirds tease me shrilly

with their competing liquid verses

poetry slam in the meadow

Beltane morning 5.1.11

© 2011 pamela twining

communion

it's sometimes hard to remember

when winter's cold arthritic talons will not open

when sorrow and exhaustion sap the soul

that like any seedling

it only wants the kisses of the sun

the release of the waters

from their secret winter journeys

the scent of new-turned earth upon the breeze

to bring the green nations forth

in all their richness

every shading of light and colour

nourishing the wizened spirit back

to sacred roundness

feasting on fruits now only dreams

of verdant gardens

and dreams sustain us

in a swirl of shared songs and earth's first fruits

and last

brought forth from hidden kitchens by loving hands

mindful of the Wheel of Life

turning ever turning

down to Darkness, back to Light

the rhythms of the universe echo in the laughter

in the fullness

of visions of the future shared around a fire

in the chill spring night

©2011 pamela twining

crow dancer

never just memories

the going forward is present in the now

the unseen seen

mysteries of time resolved

through a momentary gateway in the sky

ice cream in the desert

cut the cake

and we will all be well

i wonder and the edges cut me

like a jagged tin can

alley in my dreams not nightmares

but scary stories all the same

unquiet

there is ice cream in the desert

cut that cake

and know of life in hell

wake up from dreams transported

back and forth in time

plus or minus anything you can carry

wild memories capture all

it is the law

ice cream yes

cut the damn cake

and we will all be well

get back scarecrow

i'm not ascared a you

day and night we all are fed

crow dance shadow overhead

come close

© 2010 pamela twining

limerence

my Love limns the shadows of your days

in brilliant Light! i shine upon you

as the first piercing rays of morning sun

illuminate droplets of mist suspended

in dawn-scented air, golden

with possibilities

limbic alembic distillate

of romantic and carnal Love

sensory olfactory deeply satisfying
in my dreams
in memory
in time to come

wailing like a ban sidhe

walking wild and wounded

in the winter night

forlorn notes of longing wrung from whispers

by the wind

my arms encircle all Desire

holding space for you

ascending moon

now is the time

as november’s dark descends

to learn to love the night

now is the time

to remember all that’s lost

and let it go

to trace the shapes of dreams in constellations

against the cold black sky

night bleeds slowly

into zen brush wash of day

an occasional flash of russet sinking

measure by measure into deepest umber

the edges of the dawn and evening

run together

blotting out all memory of golden light

and colour

trees newly unburdened of their leaves

stretch blushing toward the sun

not settled yet to nakedness

to pallid dormancy

till spring shall clothe them once again

in emerald finery

clouds layered in sheets of grey and shadowed mauve

illusions of swirling softness smothering;

the dance of death and sleep begins

one momentary ray of apricot november sunlight

limns the lengthening shadows

in antique gold, fading to silver

as the ascending moon opens up the door

to all the halls and rooms

and wildernesses to come

october morning

photo by catskill weather

october morning
the sky is calling, crystalline azure
clouds layered brights and greys
sharp as an etching, soft as silk
leaf colours past prime perhaps
but glorious still
warm air redolent of summer's last exhalation
and the prophecy of woodsmoke

i must do things that need to be done
and can only climb the mountain
in my dreams

ghost light

the air smells so sweet

wandering alone in a darkened forest

and no moon to light the way

lured by that song

that siren song

into the dense undergrowth

lost forever on the shifting paths

of this magick place between worlds

and outside of time

i had a dream

you were there

and calling to me, reaching out

i couldn’t cross that endless space

you seemed so close and yet

your words kept getting lost

in the winds of generations

i had a dream

and in my dream your music was for me

your heart was open to my touch

your spirit healed by the songs we shared

and there was no space between us

ever

in the darkness of this moonless starless night

a flickering ghostly light dances ahead

will o the wisp

in the old stories those who followed

were seen no more in this world

i think it was your spirit light

beckoning from another place another time

our secret place

an eternal ecstatic moment

in a time that never was

i had a dream

that you held me and loved me

and my tears became the stars to light the way

home

© 2010 pamela twining