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...

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Muse,

Lovely.

"She's now without concept of dimension or self,
the beating drums now sedated and slow."

The seduction of the trance, out of self, out of world. I know not if this "humms of wisdom", but it does humm of communion with life and the world, and perhaps that's what you mean as wisdom here.

Would that we could channel the spirits of old. What might we learn?

This is a nice poem, Dear Lady. High marks. Greatly enjoyed.

Very best regards,

Rick

[Rene Velez]

Nice lines and great images...the poem is flawless when read...

[Dayran]

Life in many different forms, from the seas of Atlantis to the promises of a perfect species in the future. The changes we go through teaches us life's mysteries. We only lose if we run away in fear. Your poem is bold stance to face it.

[Dream Weaver]

Wow!!! This is truly mindbending...

[Ruth]

Intoxicating!
A tale I can feel as well as hear..those voices can indeed fracture but whoever this person is...well...they shine!
Beautiful piece love! A fav :)
xx

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Your wording and choice of words are absolutely beautiful!
And the picture is really pretty too!

[Moflo]

Very nice rhythm of words you have arranged here. I like the description and the pacing was so perfect I couldn't stop reading. Really, nicely written! Great job!

[An owl on the moon]

In the too often mundane music of work and living it is a brilliance to be entranced by the wonders of this magic you weave in the air. Ancient and modern mingle in a dance of shimmering fire, and what a beautiful rhythm it is!

[R J Askew]

Ahhh, Terpsichore swirls her magic again. We watch and try to resist but...

[Forest Green]

Very nice; the third stanza is my favorite. There is a true transience of spirit displayed in the flawlessness of her skirting, in a feminine display...
Reminds me of a song by a one hit wonder in the seventies title 'Gypsy Woman'. It was a favorite for quite some time in spite of much harrassment regarding the lyrics (by elder siblings no less).
To me this poem registers a new high water mark in your work...!