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Roy

At night,  
When all was quiet and still, 
I watched from the darkness.
I saw the glowing 
Red light of fire, 
As the forge roared 
And sparks were shooting,
Bursting, dazzling, 
The star magic 
Of metal transmuted.  
I heard the roaring forge,
The whoosh and quenching sizzle,
Then the Mighty Hammer 
Bang BANG  
Bang BANG, 
An ancient song
Of strength and steel, 
The heartbeat of creation,
Intent and work, 
Forged and quenched and hammered,
Bang BANG,
Bang BANG. 
The shadows flow
And retract,
Flow and retract.
I watched 
From the darkness,
The Night Gifted Magician, 
Immersed in creation,
Forging swords, 
And blades, and tools;
Each carrying its own 
Particular 
Blessing of Power.
. 
Roy
05September2021
ⓒBearspawprint2021
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Summoning Granny Magic

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.
From where
May I
Summon energy?
My body
Has none.
.
Nerve fatigue
Overwhelms.
I am running
In deficit.
.
Sometimes
Effort,
Beyond my
Capabilities,
Is required.
.
I must borrow
From tomorrow.
.
The Chi is
Becoming equalized
Within my body,
And surrounding.
.
I must evoke
A great deal
Of Granny Magic.
.
I am grateful.
The Magic
Is possible.
.
This long day
Will become
A happy memory.
.
The morrow
Of returns
Will come
Soon enough.
.
Today,
A small child
Is expecting
Her Granny,
With open arms.
.
Granny Magic
Turns everything
Into love filled fun.
Children know.
.
.
Bear … 09.02.2014
ⓒBearspawprint 2014

Sargassum And Red Hair Raft


.
It came to be that
The four grew weary
Of living in corners,
The child skating circles
Around the ceiling light .
.
While one lived insane,
And more insane,
And one died mad,
Over and over, rebirthed
To die again and again.
.
One, all alone, kept watch,
Sleepless as the child’s
Guardian, safe passage
Only while unblinking.
They flew as a  red Phoenix.
.
A journey of red hair felted,
Woven in the heart of madness,
A magic red hair carpet, they
Flew and swam blending,
Hidden in the Sargasso Sea.
.
As an exotic island laughing
Eyes, swirling kaleidoscope
Lives, entangled as hopeless
As death, reborn to die mad
Anew, in a dawn of saline.
.
Dew broken not by marching
Feet, awareness of  deep sleep
Refusing, dream prophesies
Cross spread, gyre fortunes,
A Sargassum and Red Hair raft.
.
.
Bear . . . 06.30.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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CARRIER OF THE KEY

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When I was four,
I learned how to fly.
Away away
From this horror I
Cannot say.
*
To my two Little Brothers,
I taught this useful skill.
Away away
From this horror We
Cannot say.
*
Fly, fly away up high,
Watch it all from the sky.
Away away
From this horror I
Cannot say.
*
Sweet Little Blue Eyed Boys
Could not understand.
Away away
From this horror We
Cannot say.
*
Even with corporal flight, We were
Three children trapped in endless night.
Away away
From this horror We
Cannot say.
*
As Big Sister, when I was four,
I carried the Key to the Magic Door.
Away away
From this horror I
Cannot say.
*
Come fly with me,
Through the Magic Door.
Away away
From this horror I
Still cannot say.
*
Sweet Little Blue Eyed Boys,
Without language, they  had to forget.
Away away
From this horror We
Cannot say.
*
Through the Magic Door
Flew my Brothers and I.
Away away
From this Horror We
Still cannot say.
*
In the fragmented sky,
We were both caught and yet free.
Away away
From this horror We
Cannot say.
*
I remember Sweet Little Blue Eyed Boys,
And I remember Me.
Away away
From this horror I
Remember to not say.
*
Bear  11.29.2013
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WALKING IN THE AIR —  Jackie Evancho
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