Baby Breath Magik

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    Upon the hour, which time ceases to exist-
    These moments, which disintegrate, before my evocation;
    I have become presence, amongst the creation of presence.
    My truth cannot be seen, by those who savor the flesh.
    Yet shall be felt by all, who enter my circle
    -attempting to share my sanctioned air.
    The tears which have graced my eyes, have bled with the anointed oils,
    -of the Saints long told.
    I have entered the garden of thorns and desolation,
    Witnessing Holy roses, birth upon ropes of withered, spiked vines, before my sights.
    I kissed the blossoms, before they fell at my feet, with promises' of perpetual peace.

    'Magik'
    -Madelynn

    Baby Breath Magik

    Simplicities spell
    Time honored test
    Seek a love's true charm
    Upon a child's breath

    Within the season's bloom
    Pick angel 'gyp' grown wild
    Christen buds in a rain bath
    Binding the vines that rest, piled

    Light a purest wick
    Circle rose petals, sincere
    A half past waning June
    Cantations' spoken clear

    Of this verse now chant
    Clearing thought of all costs
    Bring insight of request
    Thy love shan't be lost
    ~
    May his eyes' reflect autumn
    His hair, the midnight sun
    A breath that whispers meadows
    His kisses, gently sung

    May he create lyric
    ; and be the first to rise
    Meet my gaze each waking morn'
    To sweetly kiss my eyes

    Let his blood run purest Irish
    As the blessed fields of May
    His finger tips guide our music
    As our spirits, dance and play

    His soul be of a stallion
    Harboring strength in his stride
    Long hours he will labor
    To dwell in our garden's pride

    A bed of roses, he shall sow
    Nurturing our precious seeds
    All the harvest will sing grace
    The Lord's symbol to appease
    ~
    Seek this rite of passage
    A cherished oath; promised vow
    Our woven lace of magik
    Sealed upon his chosen brow

    Recite the sacred script
    This union shall be blessed
    To charm your love; threefold
    Upon a child's breath
    ~
    Blessed be,
    So mote it be.





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    tcmckinney commented on Baby Breath Magik

    01-25-2010

    Truley a remarakable piece of Irish craft. A splendor of Magick in form and deed. a circle of trust and devout in meaning. May the whispering of the ancient one's guide thy script and enhance thy vision of such beautiful works. Author and Poet Todd C McKinney

    Madelynn

    01/25/2010

    Hey new guy!!-Yes you are right, this is a special celtic cantation..you know your heritage well, you Irishman,you! Very cool for you to have come by, look forward to reading your work Todd!-Madelynn

    Christina13 commented on Baby Breath Magik

    12-26-2009

    Damn Women! I have CHILLS. Awsome work! Love this one & will add to favorites

    MAFLongfellow commented on Baby Breath Magik

    12-24-2009

    THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN DOEN WRONG ALL ALONG. NOT SUMMONING UP MY IRISH LOVE. I'LL BE RECITING YOUR SACRID SCRIPT EVERY NIGHT TILL I SEE HIM IN THE MORNING LIGHT NEXT TO ME AND IN MY SIGHT. GREAT WRITE MADIE, MERRY CHRISTMAS, MARILYN

    Grito commented on Baby Breath Magik

    12-17-2009

    Of one comes two and make three times the breaths!!!

    shannon commented on Baby Breath Magik

    12-15-2009

    I really liked it it so good you are very talented and goodthis pomes it good you should resight it a a poetry slam.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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