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Selene

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Selene

I refuse to vanish or set

when gravity tugs me to earth

in a blaze of gore or glory –

to wane to nothingness beyond

a slice of ashen promise –

And I will not slide quietly by

a masculine smothering of power –

for the damage will already be done.

Have you seen how moonlight blazes so hard

it slips beyond any brute shadow?

(Kit Perriman)

(Painting: Victor Florence Pollett)

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Crone Stones

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Rocks

This is the womb of the world

where two seas collide

at a hammock of land

and bony rocks arch

in the jet blood-black spray.  Three

mythical crone stones –

who see what sharp lips never

tell – still watch through

their ageless snake hair for the

goings of they that

once crawled from their legs in the

primeval salt-dawn of time.

(Kit Perriman)

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The Final Temptation

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And suddenly – with a rip of flesh –

the veil gapes full wide,

excitement blankets horror – sees

the onyx gleam inside,

a blanched bone cheek is turned to toward

gained opportunity.

Does crossing this threshold

lead to spirituality?

(Photo: Kit Perriman)

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The Eagles’ Witchy Woman

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witch woman

Raven hair and ruby lips,
Sparks fly from her finger tips.
Echoed voices in the night,
She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight.

Woo hoo, witchy woman,
See how high she flies.
Woo hoo, witchy woman,
She got the moon in her eyes.

She held me spellbound in the night,
Dancing shadows and firelight.
Crazy laughter in another room,
And she drove herself to madness with a silver spoon.

Woo hoo, witchy woman,
See how high she flies.
Woo hoo, witchy woman,
She got the moon in her eyes.

Well, I know you want to love her,
Let me tell your brother,
She’s been sleeping
In the devil’s bed.

And there’s some rumors going around,
Someone’s underground.
She can rock you in the nighttime
Until your skin turns red.

Woo hoo, witchy woman,
See how high she flies.
Woo hoo, witchy woman,
She got the moon in her eyes.

 

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Spellcaster: Five

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And the pearly moon

smiled

one sliver of glee as the shell tones

of day-play

dissolved to a smudge

on a fading

horizon of ink.

Then she pulsed to the

spangling

words of –

“So mote it be.”

(Photo: Kit Perriman)

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Drops of Life

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It is not

that I am afraid of death

and of leaving

a half-dripped life

with all of those loose spitting drops

entombing the forever –

It is

barely understanding

how precious

each strum

on the wick has been,

how very fragile that flame.

(Kit Perriman)

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The Goddess Within

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 goddess

When they thought us wicked, we were really wise

In the Burning Times of world despise,

They named us as tricksters, blamed things dark and worse,

Called cunning and wile a demon’s curse.

Heaven and the Underworld, summoned at will,

Crept on cat-paws to nurture or thrill,

Reading vain futures – balancing humors –

Attending births and healing tumors.

Folklore has always survived the Dark Ages . . .

They’ll never destroy the timeless Sages.

 

(Kit Perriman)

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