NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 9
Apr. 24th, 2018 02:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
satyapriyaDark purple swirling
in the cauldron,
with the air of cinnamon rising.
Grape juice spiced,
lapping widdershins
over low orange flames.
Chant ladled in
along with rind,
and sugar to further sweeten
the spell.
How to know the right moment,
when the potion is set?
Images come and go
in the liquid:
dolphin diving,
swimming.
When it rises, first in imagination,
then in steam,
we drink from a silver chalice,
asking Apollo for inspiration.
Dear Real Toads, and others:
DreamWidth has made it impossible to comment on my posts, unless you join DW, so I understand how frustrating it is for you to not be able to join the fun here. Nevertheless, when I have a moment, I am reading your posts.
Apologies that this poem is so late to the party. The lead-up to my book launch is crazy, and my time is being stolen by book gypsies, family gypsies, and short story gypsies.
in the cauldron,
with the air of cinnamon rising.
Grape juice spiced,
lapping widdershins
over low orange flames.
Chant ladled in
along with rind,
and sugar to further sweeten
the spell.
How to know the right moment,
when the potion is set?
Images come and go
in the liquid:
dolphin diving,
swimming.
When it rises, first in imagination,
then in steam,
we drink from a silver chalice,
asking Apollo for inspiration.
Dear Real Toads, and others:
DreamWidth has made it impossible to comment on my posts, unless you join DW, so I understand how frustrating it is for you to not be able to join the fun here. Nevertheless, when I have a moment, I am reading your posts.
Apologies that this poem is so late to the party. The lead-up to my book launch is crazy, and my time is being stolen by book gypsies, family gypsies, and short story gypsies.