Monday, July 18, 2011

Witch Blooms

Around my steps, there are
Wildflowers,
Gorgeous weeds the color of candle flame.
They are
As simple as June witches before the trials,
Off and gone together at the dirt road bend
Where there are coneflowers,
Dusk-faced and bold.

The churchless ones knew--
Black-eyed susans sweet-talked right
Could soothe snake bite,
Stop an ear ache,
Or ease a summer cold.


Your name has five letters--
One each for sweet, bitter, salt, and the two dreams I have of you every single night.
I want you like water wants the moon,
Darkness and deep, shimmer and meet
Where the witch blooms grow,
My not-perfect love,
My gorgeous Favorite.
__________

26 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Soft, like the murmur of crickets and tree frogs in the deep outdoor night, summer breathing a warm wind on the night's face. Simple and innocent, like witches before the trials, indeed, and the last stanza's list of five is yearning codified, carried through to a tender ending. Beautiful love poem, Shay.

K9friend said...

You certainly have a talent for creating imagery. I also love wildflowers, with black-eyed susans and daisies being my particular favorites!

Brian Miller said...

what an intricate little love poems...if they know that about the black eyed susans, i bet they know a thing or two about love...spell cast shay

Sioux said...

What a sweet love poem, Shay, especially the last stanza.

(Janet Fitch has a blog, in case you've never run into it. It's a wordpress one---janetfitchwrites

Also, I checked out "Night Road" by Kristin Hannah from the library. If I don't love it, I'm hunting you down.)

HermanTurnip said...

I'm envious of how naturally this comes to you.

"Like water wants the moon"

Can I use this for my upcoming band name? We're looking to be a gangsta-rap/polka/indie cross-over, sure to be a hit with the over-60 immature crowd. Our first single is entitled "Get Your Mashugana Out Of My Crunk".

Mama Zen said...

My God, that's gorgeous.

Lynn said...

Really gorgeous.

ellen abbott said...

I'm reading sweetie. Just not commenting much.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

SO beautiful, and who could possibly resist?

Cloudia said...

my gorgeous fave!


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Hannah Stephenson said...

Seeing that weeds are gorgeous. Yup. I am with you.

hedgewitch said...

So glad you linked this to dVerse, Shay--gave me an excuse to read it again, and a chance to scope out Herman Turnip's new band--I am definitely in the demographic.

Monika said...

Soft, intimate and deep. Love your words.

haikulovesongs said...

a delicate, gorgeous, exquisite love poem. {sigh} ♥ d

blueoran said...

Yes, there's something moony about sunflowers, they're just so sunny they burn past that: burning through to what matters, to darker, more ensouled, more passionate matters. No wonder they burned witches at the stake -- the punishment seemed to fit the crime of speaking in dark ways that were brighter than God. Love gets that way too, huh. - Brendan

ayala said...

Simply beautiful !

Pat Hatt said...

Those last two lines were wonderfully played off one another, nicely done!

James Rainsford said...

Your language is fresh and original. I love the intriguing juxtapositions and intense imagery.

Daryl said...

Life has been hectic .. I havent stopped popping by I just havent had time to leave comments and I apologize

Lolamouse said...

I fall under your spell again. Beautiful! I wanna be a groupie for Herman Turnip's band!

Beachanny said...

I'm guessing her name is Susan and I wonder if my "invisible" friend of youth named Susan flew by spells to the June Sabbats finding there yellow flowers so like Marguerites that told of water while retaining their flower in the full light of a solstice moon.
Your love song speaks of magic, danger, and a yearning to be at once bound and free. Fly free Shay for your words have bound themselves to our hearts and minds.

Ann Grenier said...

I like the idea of gorgeous weeds and witches' simples curing ills. I just finished a poem about my old herb garden and snakes and... Love your poem, Shay.

poemblaze said...

I love "weeds the color of candle flame." Great poem.

Jo Bryant said...

I usually drift away from love poems - but this was amazing.

signed...bkm said...

Great write Shay for opening night...a not so perfect love...that stirs up all king of images....bkm

nene said...

thanks for smelling the wildflowers from out of my garden.
You stopped in to see who made the comments to Lolamouse's blog.
It gave me the opportunity to visit this blog and your others.