Thursday, November 12, 2015

Thursday Poem - Instructions in Magick

You don’t need candles,
only the small slim flame in yourself,
the unrevealed passion
that drives you to rise on winter mornings
remembering summer nights.

You don’t need incense,
only the lingering fragrance
of the life that has gone before,
stew cooking on an open fire,
the good stars, the clean breeze,
the warmth of animals breathing in the dark.

You don’t need a cauldron,
only your woman’s body,
where so many of men’s fine ideas
are translated into life.

You don’t need a wand, hazelwood or oak,
only to follow the subtle and impish
leafy green fellow
who beckons you into the forest,
the one who goes dancing
and playing his flute
through imperial trees.

And you don’t need the salt of earth.
You will taste that soon enough.

These things are the trappings,
the tortoise shell, the wolf skin, the blazoned shield.
It’s what’s inside, the star of becoming.
With that ablaze, you have everything you need
to conjure up new worlds.

Dolores Stewart, from The Nature of Things
(reprinted here with the poet's kind permission)

4 comments:

Tabor said...

Cozy...time to grab one's favorite poet and read!

Lilian Nattel said...

I love this poem

Laura~Pretty Pix said...

So beautiful... the free nature of flame and quietly profound thoughts.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Beautiful
time to read
and if not windy
may light the fire pit
outside...