Commemorating the eternal mystical cycle …
We bowed low before the moon,
Like natives, in their incarnated grace,
From the border of my memory.
In tribute to our past,
We sipped grandmother’s dandelion wine,
In the magic circle in the wood …
We began our celebratory rites,
Incarnated by the flames and
Dedicated to a planet never seen.
The clay golem rose,
His form glinting against the sky.
He took the bowl from my hands
Then drank deeply.
His majestic symmetrical shape,
A perfection in its way,
Was our eternal tribute
Rosalyn: eternal, cycle, magic
Jules: grace, moon, celebratory
Barbara: wake, follows, usually
Irene: border, natives, incarnated
Rick1: clay, shape, planet
Rick2: memory, grandmother, bowl
Stimmyabby: wood, flame, glinting