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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

spirit jars

i have hung spirit jars on the fruit tree outside our bedroom window,
and i have done this slowly, with intent,
like a kiss.

i have set out soft furs and colored cloth,
lantern light,
and a basket of bread.

the days, they do their evil, honey.
every good woman is wicked scarred, knows the bad-ass blues at noon,
and how to cry so no one knows.

never mind, my only heart.
in the evening you will find me just in reach of the porch light,
and no harmful thing will dare come near you, because

i have hung spirit jars and made the sign of the cross with my fingertip across each one.
i have done this slowly, with intent,
for you, using all my magicks

like a kiss. 
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24 comments:

  1. You've magick, indeed, my talented friend.

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  2. I echo the sigh .... spirit jars ~ I simply must hang a string from the pines outside my bedroom window. Who knows what might happen ...

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  3. Have I ever told you no one writes love poems like you? I have, ten thousand times? Oh.

    Well that's all I can say when I read them--this one is like paper lanterns in blue midnight, with the smell of night jasmine everywhere.

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  4. This piece has a certain relaxing vibe to it. Not sure how you did it, but I'm reading it again for another hit of that feeling...

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  5. Spirit jars........with intent. It doesnt get any better than that!

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  6. "slowly, with intent,
    like a kiss."



    ALOHA, Friend
    from Honolulu
    Comfort Spiral
    =^..^=

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  7. your charms hang bright and countless as stars from your spirit jars, Shay

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  8. Still releasing lovely poems into the ether.

    O, Goddess, thank you.

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  9. This is lovely, Shay, an invitation to love, a homecoming. I'm a city girl who loves the hills and simple living or at least the romance of this. This is a melding of works and writers I love like Barbara Kingsolver and _The Dollmaker_. The setting and mysticism, are a balm.

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  10. Shay--I think all of us are jealous...What a sweeeeet love poem.

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  11. This is tender and lovely and leaves me with eyes spilling wonder and emotion...and envy. Beautiful writing.

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  12. like a kiss .... soft, sweet and lingering

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  13. Spirit jars - I like that they are magick with a k.

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  14. What you said.. about crying so no one knows and bad-ass blues at noon and.. and..

    Some days I could do with a few spirit jars, I'll tell you.

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  15. I can imagine you having a little house like this, with a pretty porch and a tree hung with spirit jars—a soft, sweet, and loving place.
    K

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  16. Such a serene place to hang spirit jars & what a beautiful place to live with the forest touching your doorstep.

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  17. I don't know if I've ever seen a Spirit Jar; but from your words I envisioned one in my mind. I crossed it myself. Thanks!

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  18. ...sigh... You have such a knack for writing to photos...or do they snap these to fit your words?

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  19. First of all, I loved this poem, as usual. My favorite part was the last line, "i have done this slowly, with intent..." I can't explain why this is my favorite line, but I like saying it aloud:~)

    Okay, I had to look up "magicks." I ended at a game site which used combinations of elements to play the game. I also found something runes, but it didn't sound good. Was there another meaning?

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  20. An amazing bit of writing, Shay. With little time to traverse the internet of late, I am really glad I made the trip here. Your talent is undeniable.

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  22. Sorry Shay... my original comment posted twice. Took out the duplicate!

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Spirit, what do you wish to tell us?