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From a tiny stream on top of the mountain, it became a waterfall. The waterfall became a river and the river, a sea, making of the tiny stream, an ocean after all. | Fred Tougas
“Veiled Curiosity” by Annie Stegg
“Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.”
~William Butler Yeats, “The Stolen Child”
Incantation
I light this poem in the name of
the moon and the stars,
may your candle flame words
fill mind jars everywhere with
soft light and still water.May your sacred verbs
hug a gentle earth
as you breathe deeply under a
sparkle of floating adjectives.Forever may you be at home with
the sparrows and the flowers,
your dripping wax enchanting
the wings of the translucent
lavender faeries who
carry sigils of deep meaning
to curious souls everywhere.May your tiny paintbrush drip with
nouns the color of honey autumn leaves.
It is time for all the weak and shy poems
to take flight on amethyst winds,
for they too carry a potpourri
of white-lace dandelion seeds,
each ready to kiss the flameless nightfall that
rests heavy on many a broken heart.
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