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POETRY PAGE

Here are a selection of my poems, inspired by nature, life, and shamanic experience....... hope you enjoy them! 

Journey for Joy

Eyes close as the drum begins
and the inner eye opens,
inhaling the beat,
tensions melt and I flow into the darkness.
Gentle Apache points the way, smiling.

Walking swiftly to the cliff’s edge
the wind hits my body and I fall
like flying into freedom,
will I become a bird and soar?
I hit the water
penetrating green bubbles,
a plummeting seabird
harpoon-locked onto silver fish,
swirl weightless awhile, waiting,
looking up at sun patterned surface.

Swift, slick, sudden, curved water
from the darkness Dolphin comes
squeaking his chatter greeting
smiling, swimming circles
we are going to see the Whale, he says
the giant has the answer you seek.
Instantly the spiralling becomes intense
we are a vortex, faster, faster,
we are grey, silver, green, together,
I cannot see.

Then pop!
I am swimming as fast as a bullet,
steely muscled spine rippling a propelling rhythm,
a gentle bend from shoulders to pushing tail
enough to change direction,
oily-smooth athlete
fast-flying up through the glittering boundary
into bright air, look at the sun!
tight corkscrew dive
going deep,

deep,

deeper.

Into the cold still space
at the bottom of the ocean,
seeking now, follow the rocks, follow the rocks.
Manta ray flies by,
octopus oscillates, churns sand.

I feel a warm invisible presence, entranced,
as Whale materialises, grey, gigantic,
big cartoon, rumbling and creaking
making  sound, for me alone,
the deepest, longest ‘aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh’
energising belly with vibrations of laughter,
bursting my heart with love and joy.
Explaining, as only Whale can, (telepathically),

That I will now be able to recognise
the things I seek.........

Twilight

Black oak leaves, twilight sky
Weave invisible patterns on the mind,
Stir the belly, ancient recognition
Of hunting-hiding time.
Rush of the never-sleeps river
Carries into consciousness,
Speaking of wakeful waterfalls
From far, over darkest green.
Rising stars sparkle bright
With messages of inspiration,
Glimmers from Spirit,
As amber-eyed owl silently flies,
And night slips magically deeper,
Into velvet indigo

Old Haunt

I saw my ghost today
striding through rusty beech leaves
in a deep place of no-time
all those years ago
lit by the full moon
full of the stars
wearing that shirt
and layered
with many ghosts from many days
among the whispering pewter trees

old yew knows, sinuously holds
the secrets of the soul
faces in the trunk
reminding of immortal acts
of magic worked together
casting runes
under sweeping boughs
and dancing their dance
on woodland’s springy floor
voices clearer now
than ever

Collie in the Café

your round, brown, liquid eyes follow me
as I fetch the round, brown, liquid tea,
and the wind from the sea
whips the foam on his coffee.

wolfish, you are, wild and wise, you shine,
a poised beauty of black and white,
still calm creature, surreal
amongst the café clatter.

unceasing, soft, eyes rove everywhere,
ears swivel and wet, black, pebble nose
reads every nuance
of place, time, person, titbit.

a dropped tray crashes
and reflex sends you
cartwheeling comically
across the patio

Burial Ceremony

Primal Earth power pulsates
And red lightning flashes
From deep fires
Energise my body, illuminate my spirit,
Volcanic heat, pressure, pain,
And I die.

Deep, timeless darkness, void,
Beginning and end,
Sleep – no, transition
From this world to that,
Another of many
Where I am also real,
And back, and forth
I die, many times.
Each time born again from Great Mother
Forced through the tight canal of dark psyche
Into this minute pod of consciousness,
Crumbling walls of a hot, dark grave
Ants and spiders for company.
No time exists but Now.

Faint drum grows stronger,
Smell and sound of dawn
Flood hope and joy through my being,
Crackle of fire, shaman’s chant,
A wiry helping hand
Breaks through the veil
Of my darkness, and
Suddenly I live, breathe!
Cold, surprised emergence
Into the soft bright dawn
Of Beauty,
Fresh, and flying as never before,
Newly born and raw,
Birthed by the Earth, the birds, the oaks,

Haiku Through the Kitchen Window