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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26 June 2010

June 26 2010

We celebrate Yule,
the full moon,
eclipse and Grand Cross.

My friends are feasting.
I’m alone
with my own magic.

I chose my own home
my garden,
my ways old but new.

Across town, my man
settles down
in his white sick-bed.

He shall recover.
One week gone
my old aunt left us.

I’ve scented the bath.
My new robe
is purple, hooded.

I shall go outside
take my wand
and gaze on Her face.

I’ll move to let go
the outworn
and invite the new.

Tonight we welcome
new healing
and a place of peace.


  1. A beautiful piece Rosemary.
    I hope all went well for you last night, we did miss you terribly at dinner.

    Charlotte :)

  2. Thanks, Aswin.

    Charlotte, I missed you all too, but I needed to be on my own - and yes, it went well, ta.

  3. hope recovery is all pacing forward.

    >I’ll move to let go
    the outworn
    and invite the new

    good practice. putting indoors sometimes can't clear the cobwebs from the head. need to up the blood circulation. I did that by mis-eating and choking yesterday but walking is a far better idea.

  4. Goodness yes; please no more choking!