I woke up late, after a rare unbroken night’s sleep, slightly anxious about the blank page. For the past twelve days I have had a theme to be my companion when I face the page. Today…I was on my own. And I had to remember my routines before the twelve days of Midwintertide. So I decided to do a bit of email housekeeping. There was a new comment for yesterday’s poem, which implied it had rain spell qualities, or at least it appealed to my reader’s California drought mentality. Then I scanned my 2019 horoscope by Chani Noble and this quote jumped out at me. Words are spells, cast them wisely.
Three must be the charm for the Poetry Daily.
Casting
Form and function in perfect fit
for bone knit
Form the story's happy ending
scaffolding
Dismantle the iron pilings
to let go
(Iron is the go to recipe
for leaving...
sometimes it is for attracting
with filings)
Form your words carefully, intent
paramount
Find your wit and your wisdom
let it be
in form forged for your function
spell's casting
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In the weeks prior to St. Brigid’s Day, or Imbolc, allow me to direct you to my collection of poems Brigid’s Way, inspired by this goddess/matron saint. It is available in Kindle on Amazon.
