Conjuring Spirits

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THUMP...THUMP...THUMP.....taleeeee de tat!

 

Mystical voices permission the concussion

a seismic energy summoned within her rapture.

Invoking an archaic beat beneath her feet,

fire and sky are now freed spirits to conjure.

 

Possessed by compassion, intrigue, and myth,

she sashays around weightless within her trance.

Drums transpire like water filling her thirst,

fluid in her movements and prophetic dance.

 

Adorned with shadows of silver and gold,

she shimmers in moonstone and tourmaline.

Timely rhythm made flawless by her skirting,

in a feminine display of Goddess and shrine. 

 

Eyes closed she channels the spirits of old,

the feeling of serenity to make her forget.

A past whisper to cool the fire and swither,

she pauses to absorb the nights silhouette.

 

She's now without concept of dimension or self,

the beating drums now sedated and slow.

The air humms of wisdom that satiates her soul,

listen she does....for these voices from long ago.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

THUMP...THUMP...THUMP.....taleeeee de tat!

the start of this...gives an added feel in your lines...and the stanzas after just put this verse into motion...and like the title says: Conjuring Spirits...and the photo give us a bit more with the imagery within this write...

[I Am Svetlana]

I like the imagery and imagination here. It's always good to think of nothing and have imagination...even when we have nothing, imagination is able to just help us write. With a blank page, imagination can bring it to life...with a different story, a different thought. Anything. Great job!

[Mary C]

A compelling, engaging piece of work

[Me]

Well crafted. good write

[Inyourshadow]

Had to double take as I thought it said rupture lol anyhow I love the idea of golden and silver shadows and wearing the night, this is so tender and so free flowing, whom ever inspired this did a wonderful job of causing your muse to take flight. again I am amazed at your use of vivid imagery, keep em' coming

[Tina Kline]

This is very beautiful, your wonderful words bring this to life, almost like being there. Dancing and music can cast a spell and the vision in your poem does that very nicely!

[EMF]

Spellbound. I have taken part in several 'dances', both as participant and observer over the years. This sums up the actuality of the event perfects. The slow decent into trance and 'otherworldliness. Factually it is a perfect summation. As a poem however it gets even better. A wonderful flow, and a beat that matches the drun and heartbeat to a tee. The language and wordplay are superb. A careful placement of each sylable. A wonderful read I will return to. For fun, not to review

[Dahlia Phoenix]

"She's now without concept of dimension or self,
the beating drums now sedated and slow.
The air hums of wisdom that satiates her soul,
listen she does....for these voices from long ago."

Compelling poem you have written. Even I couldn't think of such brilliancy. Nicely penned.

[Mark]

There are so many clues here that lead me NOT to the GYPSY allusion seen by so many reviewers, but rather to an Indian, merging her here-and-now with a thousand years of her ancestors--not unlike a Sun Dance, but without the hooks.
"Mystical", "seismic energy summoned", "archaic beat", "now-freed spirits", "possessed", "drums", "her trance", "moonstone"...and this is only two stanzas worth! I might be 180 degrees off base, but it's what it conjured in MY mind!

[Tate Morgan]

Man this was intense i have so much trouble with abstract art even little abstractions But I THINK i GRASP THIS
100/100

[Miss'LC]

love thissss