The Queen of new Times

The Queen of new Times

26 February 2016

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You tied me

To winds that shook sands

In deserts

Where sky lands

In burning temples that shake

With tremors now past

 

They slew fast

Emblem of the faith

More than spate

Less than fate

I offered Heart to relate

To sunken Time’s wheel

 

The motion

A picture of Age

Withering

Under suns

Thighs tightly pressed like stern nuns

Banishing the love

 

 

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They offer

Slates of repentance

The woes swift

Soul adrift

None in Heart for remembrance

Of miracle’s dove

 

She flew low

Battlefields hurled through

Lost ages

Time backward

The regained wings now awkward

Seagull in making

 

She calls me

A cook for all broths

Glory spent

In baking

As the light gathers the moths

Darkness now vanished

 

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Wishing hells

They forsake purpose

Throttle days

Whisper nights

We fly through the drunken plights

Lights fading in eyes

 

Winding wells

To bottom of souls

Discover

Light’s darkness

Silent breath a lone witness

Of body double

 

They shrink rhymes

Within my heart’s sighs

Dreamtime flies

Words gather

Liquid honey from mother

The Queen of new Times

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sovereign – We Fell To Earth

Careful what you wish for – We Fell To Earth

Lights out – We Fell To Earth

The Double- We Fell To Earth

 

As the Ravens swarm

As the Ravens swarm

8 February 2016

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Slow they show

The shimmering peaks

The love’s hope

Periscope

Looking out of the waters

Rimmed with icy blue

 

The cleansing

Gift of springtime’s sprouts

Dancing feet

Humming beat

Prancing around the lilies

Chasing across Time

 

It blinks fast

The glowing heartbeat

Building up

Winding stairs

Leading down into the wells

Where the blood simmers

 

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Flatline’s trace

When all is balance

Without face

She calls loud

Her shadows like the moon’s hue

Silver and grey streaks

 

We renew

From depths of our selves

Holy chants

Bees’ water

Our birth into mystic skies

Which speak of fear’s loss

 

Of decaying skin

Cleaned so neat what feat!

This absence

In presence

I scrubbed harder than steel nails

This soul how she wails

 

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The moon flies

Over dark rivers

Where men cry

As they die

Their souls steeped in nothingness

The void it calls so

 

In the skies

High above the trees

She glimmered

Slight traces

Aurora borealis

Shimmering portal

 

Pilgrimage

To darker silence

Where the waves

Ride the shades

Of snow falling onto stones

Altars of the old

 

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We rehearse

Death and its shadows

Like bleak slaves

Submissive

Mortality donned like cloak

We once immortal

 

They bind us

With paper names’ codes

Like grey moths

To stark light

We go down without a fight

Our minds bound to false

 

Like dewdrops

The gleaming droplets

Of bloods call

Misery

A notion to overcome

As the Ravens swarm

 

Reading of the poem:

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Solringen – Wardruna

Naudir – Wardruna

AnsuR – Wardruna

Fehu – Wardruna

Ingwar – Wardruna