“Waiting for Better Days” by Matthias-Haker
Yes
I see you my love
and I know you
intimately
you have worn your life
with grace and dignity
and here you stand
in your regal
glorious
tatter
your wisdom and strength
laid bare
for all to see
and you have shown me
your true heart
so
oh yes
I see you
I see you my love
how can I not
you are beautiful
so very beautiful
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
Poetry at: dVerse
“Burning Love” — by Diggie Vitt
F og rolled ‘cross the lowlands
smothering damp and languid
chilled and dense with dread
ominous and threatening
twilight having receeded
moonlight labored hard
shouldering its way
through the thickening shroud
muffled deep within the gloom
a drone of disembodied voices
the moonlit fog glowed smokey silver
stirred and tumbled by the night wind
the blood-thick sterling fog breathed
wafting in then out of the forest
there could be seen in veiled glances
a frail effete enchanted presence
she held in her fragile hands
a bouquet of blazing flowers
a fire also burned within her eyes
deep and green as precious emerald
you’ve awoken the Earth Witch — I am Emeral
look upon this fire and destruction
and see just what it is
you’ve brought upon our beautiful garden earth
my coven protects the 4 elements
of earth air fire and water
they have called me forth in this moment
I have now come to end an evil goddess
the goddess of excess, ruin, and waste
the demon twisted goddess — Vintus
to strike fear in Emeral, Vintus rose above
the rough-hewn raw rock formation
that served as her earthen altar
came the goddess Vintus
lowered, standing upright
feet fixed upon her altar of death
her blood red demon cloak
gently flowed and billowed open
occasionally revealing the hideousness
it kept wrapped and sacredly contained
looking down at the Earth Witch Emeral
whose hands that held the blazing bouquet
also crackled fierce with amber lightening
for this was an element — air-fire
the witch spoke telling the goddess
I have come to end your evil ways Vintus
and reaching forward — surely and slowly
Emeral laid blazing hands upon the goddess
in a burst of righteous golden fire
the goddess’s lips began to twitch
she screamed a curse of blight upon Emeral
face ablaze, she fell to the earth — immolated
all those ’round Emeral, the Earth Witch
they bowed, exclaiming her as a goddess
then circled in a crazen coven’s dance
to exclaim in voices full and resonant
your reign begins now Emeral
you are now our goddess!
to which Emeral simply said —
NO…
the elements will now rule the earth
controlled by Gaia, the true Earth Goddess
and the people will show healthy respect
the age of misuse, abuse, plunder and pollution
IS NOW OVER — FOREVER
This is the season of the witch!
I, Emeral — the Earth Witch
and my dedicated earthen coven
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse