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mother of my mother – NaPoWriMo 2019 #13

mother of my mother

I remember her like it was
yesterday…my grandmother,
Mary Magdalene, mother of my
mother, confidant, and crone,
teller of family lore, of Russian
gypsies, garden remedies, secrets
of a distant past, in words I once
understood but can’t recall, days
of magic lived with her and my
grandpa, of lumpy cream of wheat,
whiskey-laced toddies, make-believe
reality, fleeting childhood memories
etched in my heart, ultimately part
of who I am…a bit of quirk, tree
whisperer, faerie friend, maker of
art, ‘twas she who taught me how
to see what others overlook, to
hear the voices in the breeze, to
see the acorns for the trees, to
feel the trembling earth with my
bare feet, my gypsy soul, always
home, no matter where or for
how long, clearly where I’m meant
to be, however short, however bitter
sweet, lessons to glean, new friends
to meet, my grandmother, all this,
taught me, leaving too soon, her
wisdom buried, silenced, from the
questions I have only thought of,
left unanswered now, but life goes on…
those sacred strands, connecting
those who came before, however
dim, inform this mother’s mother’s
child, who lives to tell her own
grandchildren tales of old, of
gypsies, whispering trees, of faerie
folk, we’ll listen to the breeze, dancing
on hallowed ground in our bare feet,
eat lumpy cream of wheat, conjure
our own realities of make-believe,
and come to know no matter where
we find ourselves, we’re always home,
never alone, embraced by kin, by
every gypsy soul who ever lived before
and who is living still in us and will again

~kat


NaPoWriMo 2019 #13 Prompt: write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.


A Little Night Magic

Sharing a bit of magic with you as this weekend comes to an end. I happened to capture a snow faerie on my phone camera while I was on my walk tonight. Can you see her? Do you believe in faeries? I do! I do, I do, I do, I do, I do! ❤️🧚‍♂️❄️🧚‍♂️❤️


Samhain Cinquain

magic
is in the air
thin as skin, the veil
spirits frequent the familiar
roaming

~kat

A Cinquain for Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Poetry Challenge, Synonyms Only. Prompt words: haunt (roam, frequent) & spell (magic).


Alchemy

chartreuse
viridian
emerald, olive, sage
alchemy of blue and yellow
blending

~kat~

A Cinquain for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synonyms only of the prompt words Magic (Alchemy) and Green (Chartreuse, Viridian, Emerald, Olive, Sage).


Illusional

denying a dream
to desire illusion
is a delusion

~kat

For Ronovan Writes Haiku Poetry Challenge, Prompt Words: Magic: Illusion & Hope: Desire.


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