I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')


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31 January 2014

New Moon Ritual at the House on the Hill

We are dancing in a circle on the grass. We  are holding coloured scarves. 'Let the colours choose you,' our leader said as she passed the basket around. When the basket came to me, the golden one was on top. Our scarves are as large as tablecloths but fine and filmy, undulating in the evening air. We hold them by the top corners, letting the other edge fall and dangle. As we dance to the centre we flutter them up. As we dance to the rim we sweep them down to the ground. The night is still light when we begin. By the time we are finished, the dark has come. Over the starlit grass we inhale the scent of roses.

Submitted for dVerse Form for All: Prose/Poetry

30 comments:

  1. Sounds like a fun and dreamy ritual to me!

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  2. wow...what a beautiful ritual...i like the thought as well of letting the colours choose you...must be cool in discovering that meaning....

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    1. Some people rejected what they got and chose another, but I enjoyed entering into the spirit of it, not trying to be in control.

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  3. Gorgeous! I love the dreamy vision you have created~

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    1. I could say the same about what you wrote on your blog!

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  4. That is what I imagined a prose poem to be! Perfect balance and full of light and joy.

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  5. There is a strange musicality in the ending, finishes and lingers almost like a wine.

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    1. Great! And thanks for saying so. It was completely intentional. :)

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  6. "let the color choose you".... admit we don't control everything and can exist in harmony.... nice

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    1. Yes, and the results can be surprisingly happy. I might have chosen purple to match my outfit, but golden yellow is its harmonious opposite on the colour chart, so that worked beautifully.

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  7. that sounds like a beautiful thing to do...and wonder what color would choose me... cool

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    1. Perhaps, if one did it more often, there might be different colours on different occasions. :)

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  8. Sounds like a wonderful ritual, Rosemary. I like the idea of the scarves choosing you.

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  9. Quite beautiful. I am always cognizant of moon cycles and they do affect me. For me, the new moon is a sacred time of new beginnings creatively and spiritually.

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  10. i love the night smell of flowers in the spring..your words here bring back that spring of life..coming sooner than later..likely here in North Florida..past now..17 degree temperatures...to once again..flower scarves among the leaves...
    of grass..

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    1. Kate, your response is itself a prose poem! :)

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  11. A song and dance in tandem with blessings from the sky. Apparently the moon is often enveloped in brilliant colors to contrast with the dark. The movements here are so realistically brought out. Wonderful write Rosemary!

    Hank

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    1. Dear Hank, what a fascinating observation! Thank you.

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  12. To have a color choose you - wonderful, and the ritual seems like a magic experience to me.

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  13. If this kind of ritual can bring me closer to the elements of nature then I'd be interested to join in. Meditation is what i'm learning to master today. Smiles.

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    1. Kelvin, I think anything and everything can bring us closer to nature if that is our intention.

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  14. What a colorful and fragrant metaphor for the dance of life.

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