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Ancient Magic of the soul
Fibrils of sepia
elongate across
the crown above,
soft white moonlight
mirrors on the floor
Awestruck, silenced,
an unspoken
gasp of reverence,
was stilled upon
my parted lips,
my night-scape
full of wonder
filigreed in starlight
is now reflected
in my eyes
In my cream temple,
my cathedral in the dark
a pencil is laid down,
and my soul laid bare
Between the fibres
on this tattered page,
ancient magic is made
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing stage:
Content level:
Not Explicit Content
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Comments
Candlewitch
Wed, 2023-02-08 10:57
dear Sis,
beautiful! these are my favorite lines:
my night-scape
full of wonder
filigreed in starlight
is now reflected
in my eyes
*love, your Sis, Cat
*
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Seren
Thu, 2023-02-09 10:42
Dearest Catsis
Those lines you like weren't fictional. I was sitting in my chair rocking from side to side looking at the night sky, there was no moon but a billion stars it seemed that night and in the window, I noticed that my eyes were reflecting them, so reflection of reflection I guess you could call it
thanks as always for your time and your thoughts they are always valued
much love always Sis xox
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Geezer
Wed, 2023-02-08 13:27
This is...
a moment reserved for the depths of night, when all is quiet, and no one is about.
[I would say [On] the fibers of the tattered page].
A quiet night in front of the fire, where the shamans sing. ~ Geez.
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Seren
Thu, 2023-02-09 10:46
Dearest Bro
A night like tonight I think except tonight is a weird one, the stars are veiled and it's so humid. I don't think I am going to get much sleep it's one of 'those' nights. Thank god for the air-conditioning.
I liked your suggestion and have already changed it
love and higgliest bugs Sis xox
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
RoseBlack
Wed, 2023-02-08 17:40
This is beautiful
Your poems are just so elegant and tell such beautiful tales! Well done
~RoseBlack~
Seren
Thu, 2023-02-09 10:48
Dear Carrie
Thats a lovely thing to say i really appreciate it, thank you so much
I'm not always elegant in my verbiage. wink ;)
love and hugs Jayne xox
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Rosewood Apothecary
Thu, 2023-02-09 05:15
Ok I found a thing
I never suggest much for you so here goes…
Awestruck, silenced,
an unspoken
gasp of reverence,
was stilled upon
my parted lips,
my night-scape
full of wonder
filigreed in starlight
is now reflected
in my eyes
I moved one word (gasp). I’m not even really sure why but somehow it felt like it delivered better that way.
You wrote pretty intense poetry,
Tim
Seren
Thu, 2023-02-09 10:51
Dear Tim
I always welcome suggestions and i really liked Geez and yours and have already changed the poem,
thanks as always for the suggestion and the read its always appreciated.
kind regards Jayne
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Abby
Thu, 2023-02-09 10:16
I simply love the language
I simply love the language you use here. "filigreed in starlight... night-scape...my cathedral in the dark... the fibres
on this tattered page..." I just love it.
"To fly is to fall."
Seren
Thu, 2023-02-09 10:52
Dear Abby
Hi again! I really appreciate your kind comment it's really appreciated.
I am chuffed you liked it!
Kind regards Seren/Jayne-Chloe
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats