Tag: poetry

Not Normal

This is normal, you tell yourself As you drag yourself to a job you hate To make just enough money to pay for someone else’s home. Pop a pill to get thru the day Drink a fifth to get to sleep Convince yourself that this is normal – Another day of your life, gone.  .…

The Choice

I actually wrote this about 6 months ago. I knew what my choice was. It just took me too long to make the right one. Must there always be a choice  Between sacred things and the safety and security this world offers? I know I’m being called to make a sacrifice, but I fear what…

I Am

I am the heartbeat within the storm. I am the prickle on your skin when you realize you are not alone.  I am the shapeshifter, the skin of man and bear and wolf. I am the howl that brings the wild out of the civilized.  I am the dancing flame, and the blackness beyond it.…

The Modern Artist’s Plea

Oh Holy Muses Who dwell on Helikon Mount Today I make this plea to You, Not for inspiration for my creative endeavors, no, The Nine Holy Sisters have already blessed me with that I have drunk from the waters with sprang from the hoof of Pegasus Which drove the poet to holy madness, And I…

A Prayer to Hera to Bless Our Union

Holy Hera, daughter of Earth and Sky,  Arranged in Peacock feathers Beauty as strong as steel and soft as a sigh Glory of heart’s love committed  Two lives made one under your gaze Bless our home, bless this union, the future we build,  Queen of Olympos Grant that I may always be the Queen of…

A healing Prayer to Sunna

I was late for Galina Krasskova’s agon but oh well, I’m posting this prayer here to share. I waited too long trying to edit it. Foiled by perfectionism again! Oh well, praising the Gods is the point, and hopefully you get some enjoyment out of this, and even more that the Gods hear our pleas…

Tornadoes are Holy

Tornadoes are Holy By Amanda Artemisia Forrester Tornado season in the Midwest Never fails to remind a person just how small they are – And how powerful Nature is. For a few moments, we feel the primal fear of our ancestors, As we huddle together in basements, Or in public bathrooms with strangers, Our mindless…

Submission to Agon for Anteros

Originally posted on Gangleri's Grove:
To Anteros By Amanda Artemisia Forrester O Anteros, You are sung to far less often than Your golden brother, But You are no less great than He Who the Romans called Cupid. Ever-youthful, butterfly-winged, You are truly a chieftain amongst the Erotes. Your blessing is what all men strive…