collects every thought thought
creating a mind cloud
caught and stored on ether
can affect every soul
ceded in every race
Vandana Sharma at dVerse invites us to create a ‘Pleiades’ form poem.
Vision of Splendour
Balanced form of divine creation coming to fruition.
The mental body in Mercury creates the Etheric template
A framework to bind the molecules which will form the human body.
The Architect of the Universe designs His plans on the plane of archetypes
Archangel Michael and his Sons of the Gods penetrate the astral
ensouling the incarnate through the reflective light of the moon.
Gabriel and The Strong see consciousness projected into matter
entering the physical world with no memory of spiritual purpose.
For Grace’s prompt at dVerse. Please check out this stunning artwork by Brooke Shaden
The white witch whistles by on her broomstick
a fragrance of flying ointment fills the air
and fuels her ascent to the world of coincidence
where anything ethereal is possible.
The moon shines brightly lighting the astral
where thought forms willow and wallow
in hazy half revealed wisps of wonder
wandering in and out of imagination.
Day as long as night at Autumn equinox
what might this reveal in Pandora’s box?
Secrets locked out of reach of matter
or a thanksgiving spell for the right of Mabon.
Chill fills the air as autumn approaches
ripe fruit on tree of life branches
whilst inner life lives deliver their secrets
to those with psychic second sight.
For Tony Maude’s Nonsense Poems at dVerse
Image from fine art America
Pussycat’s wet paws
reveal a leak on return
from land of Bong tree
Owl hoots in panic
as water engulfs guitar
and honey jar.
Pea green boat sinking
Owl and Pussycat swimming
towing the guitar
Ahoy! Cries Piggy
from his fast catamaran
I brought you a line
So glad of rescue
they scramble aboard to dine
on pilchards in wine.
Apologies to Edward Lear and the traditional haiku
For Tony Maude’s prompt at dVerse to write a nonsense poem.
In quiet country
Through a winding way I went
and found a broken castle
with round turned turrets
the drawbridge dropped
bidding me enter Da Da land
I vaguely heard the music of a harp,
a maiden singing songs of strange passion
causing the curling of my toes
I sought out this princess’s voice
through a wide hall into a passage.
A metallic noise halted my mission
a knight in armour clattered
towards me with terrible intent.
After me with an axe he was bent.
I fled in terror but the drawbridge was drawing
my only escape into the mote below
deep through water and weed I went
until I spied a door in the bank
through here a stone staircase wound down
into the bowels of middle earth
where reptilians pored over parchments
of plans for a new world order.
Near me at the foot of the steps
I saw the escape chain
IN CASE OF EMERGENCY PULL
to finish the fantasy.
Written for Victoria’s prompt at dVerse.
Illustration ‘Fantasy Castle’ byezuke on Deviant Art
Texture of Turkish coffee
powdery and pungent
lingers on the tongue
amongst the smells of spices
and noise of barter in the bazaar.
Barefoot in the Great Blue Mosque
between the canto call to prayers.
Court of the Ottoman Empire
From the Topkapi Palace we view
Bosphorus Strait from the golden canopy.
Smooth beautiful burnished metal.
Sacred geometry in intricate patterns
forming flowers and friezes
of tiny tiles on walls, floors and ceilings.
Istanbul, the only city in the world to be built on two continents, Europe and Asia. Byzantium history and centre of the Ottoman Empire.
First photo by Tigerbrite second by our guide at the Topkapi Palace.
Posted for Victoria’s prompt ‘Texture’ on The Bardo Group
and shared with dVerse.