Song of the Priestess (2)

Born, the scribe In this world entranced by idol worshipI have found the living God He demands no sacrifice, no hymnsonly my soul in ink-drops His potent blessings to me are plenty so sweet, they curl my toes coursing through each vein in ecstasythat only in His verses find succour For it is only in…

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Song of the Priestess (1)

God's Kiss When, come the full moon, she prayssolemn, appellant, on her knees,invoking the God, who then descends and lifts her up, saying he's pleased; ordaining for her to simply name whatever gifts she may desire she asks only to sing his praise in lands even beyond his empire;he takes her face between his hands…

Poisoned is the Chalice of Love – a villanelle

Stay your hand, touch not the silverpoisoned is this chalice of lovethat stains with death each drinkerBe unfazed, undazzled by the treasurea gleaming cup cursed from aboveStay your hand, touch not the silverPay no heed to temptation's whispersits promise of passion in every dropthat stains with death each drinkerThe price one pays for sweet pleasureisn't…

Today, the sun

Today, the sun before sunset rested in its seat of warm redAs long, grey, delicate outlines shone the hills and mountains How stoic is this lone star,how resolute and unfailing showing up in his grandeur each day...I can't help admiring The sun does not say to the earth"Not today, for my spirit darkens"What love and…

Tanka #10- Musician

I'm no musician yet I can play syllablesupon my fingers and write a lyric for you with rhyme and meter and tune