Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

Circles

circles

night of the blue moon
the second time it calls
on this gentle, indigo canvas    
stars, we of the fiery hearts
we are lost daughters
the hidden ones.

air a hypnotic brew
cedar and sage
sweet grass and incense
cleanse the sacred space
?fill it with barely audible chanting
lifted upon the birch smoke 
invite our grandmothers return
 
drum sounds echo through
borrowed bodies 
heart beat of mother earth 
synchronous with all hearts
each woman stares unblinking 
into pirouetting flame
secret musings,
unshared wisdom

we are the unborn
come to tell the old tales
lest they be lost forever.

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Richard Lamoureux October 25, 2017 at 1:19 PM It is my pleasure Patricia.

Richard Lamoureux October 25, 2017 at 12:57 PM It is good for women to gather amidst the feminine power of nature. This is a truly beautiful write. Patricia Cresswell October 25, 2017 at 1:15 PM Thank you Richard, welcome to my home.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart October 25, 2017 at 8:51 AM Yes yes yes :) Goddess bless! A lovely day to you High Poetess (and I don't mean stoned ;) Patricia Cresswell October 25, 2017 at 9:23 AM LOL you would have loved it Maureen! I am so glad you understand.

Ralph Sergi October 25, 2017 at 7:33 AM Beautiful poem in the hearts of women! Great write, Pat!

Ralph Sergi October 25, 2017 at 7:32 AM a BEAUTIFUL PORM IN THE HEARTS OF WOMEN! Great Write, Patricia. Patricia Cresswell October 25, 2017 at 9:21 AM Thank you Ralph. You got my name right! It makes me happy as names are very important thank you again. Patricia

Russell Sivey October 25, 2017 at 3:24 AM Wow, wow, what an amazing write my friend! You have surely written such a emotive piece here! I surely enjoyed reading this fine poem, full of awesome splendor and tremendous references to Mother Earth (do you capitalize that?)! What an expressive poem, Great Work!! P.S. The poem Demon Dance was purely fiction, it was a Halloween poem and did not reflect anything about my life. Just thought you should know. Patricia Cresswell October 25, 2017 at 8:16 AM hank you for the comment and reassurance.

John Fleming October 24, 2017 at 8:19 PM I can almost feel the very essence of Mother Earth when reading this poem; it conjures up vivid images of Totems, camp fires, wigwams, and huge, dark skies almost totally obliterated by massive clusters of brilliant stars...simply wonderful, Patricia...absolutely wonderful! :) john P.s Hope you are warmly snuggled up against that cold blast you mentioned. Night - night! :) Patricia Cresswell October 24, 2017 at 9:19 PM It was a magical night shared by a group of women. Thank you for reading and commenting so astutely. have a good shift.