The Rites of Magicus.

Magicus

 

On an unnamed wing among the eve of stars,

a lyre harks (with innocence and love)

the flattery of strings that sink and rise in the Wisdom of joyance.

The labyrinths above the depths of despair are ripe with eyes full of Gold stars,

seeing the Soul through the invisible.

 

Labourers work in the heat of the Crystalized Sun,

whose Dawn paints the skies beneath

with Love’s vernal Lore.  

 The Bard, with the Ancient Sun in arms,

sings in word and sigh,

 

The rites of magic low and high.

 

Between the seen and unseen,

where forms fountains of Wine,

 that sobers the intellect with

fruits not of this earth,

the Vision is given over to the flow of Nature.

 

O with the fire of Wine,

we pursue the Towers of Salt

in the whitening sands,

and build castles higher than the savage shade,  

 

O the rites of magic lost and made.

Author's Note

Painting by me.

Reviews

[Haley]

What a stunning piece of work (both the painting and the writing). This piece encapsulates you, grabbing hold of your attention and refusing to let go. I had to read through several times in order to get my bearings back and sort through the emotions that the evokes. It's light and has a sense of romance about it. A great lilt of of the scene you have painted.

[Danny Metcalfe]

Thank you! Always appreciate your reviews. :)

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

You’ve written so many good poems only to delete them. I just want to ask why? I often have high standards with my own work, but I rarely delete them. Do you not feel confident? I read two amazing poems of yours that are no where to be found. I was going to leave a review.

[Danny Metcalfe]

They were satirical poems and I was unsure if people would get the humor.

But yes, I am very harsh on myself. I do have a weird dichotomy within myself in regards to confidence. I am confident yet at the same time intensely unsure.
Do you feel something similar?

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Two poems, Bark, and another that had double entendres and started with a joke about unemployment.

And yes, I feel something similar. There are several poems I've written that I've deleted, and I wish I didn't. Sometimes our views of our own works are the most judgemental and critical. I thought you were writing work that I felt I could enjoy, and that others would too. I understand the feeling of being harsh on yourself, so I'll make it easier for you. You don't have to like you're own poetry, but even if you don't other people might. This feeling of disappointment in my own work has forced me to grow as a writer, and I feel like you are a good writer maybe through the same mindset, but I hope that this won't stop you from sharing, because I've found great work from you, and there are many lesser poets than you who still write. You and others have been the main cause for me to have some pride in my work. Know that I think you are a great writer. Even if you don't like what you've written, others may. We should wait to hear their viewpoints, before we decide the value of our work.