New Year Poem 2014

“Aurora’s Year”

 

The swell of newness

Fills like a new dawn

And spirals out and away as life stretches through each day

 

New rises like an Aurora,

Who may sleep through her dreams

Or puncture them,

Or even face the cold stone face of death,

But even in these fates there is beauty and there may be magic.

 

Bright and sharp as a briar rose,

The dawn shows ways to care

And ensures us surprises, both royal and small.

 

For life congregates like a ball, every so often,

And others come together round you, from far and wide

And all we may do is smile or pass the time dreaming,

But we know these friends as we don’t know our fates,

And we taste these magics of games, lights, and fun,

As the colors and shapes of our wishes keep changing.

 

These storied times when newness meets old,

Keep us spinning round and get our stories told.

We’re free to walk in dreams and know futures that may or may not come to pass,

To put old cares to sleep and reunite our true loves,

To replace the steps and trod no more spindles,

But spin us the wheel and breathe in the life it kindles.

 

So christen this day, with its precious gift

And let no one deny you any change you can lift,

For any dance in this year can bring you to joy, so long as you step into the dawn and you try.

Newness for the New Year

“Newness”

 

Now what’s two has become one,

the tide returns with naught undone-

The past year joins the future now

without a seam or stop, it’s just how

the next year unrolls-beneath your feet,

not before or dazzling, but complete.

 

Feel the opportunities tickling between toes.

Feel the fertile bends that Fates’ time grows.

Every step moves off the path, through only air-

But every footfall rebinds and rebirths life there.

As the days turn, remember fresh, sweet, true:

there’s always a newness in this old world-you.

 

Ior “Spinning in the Wheel” poem

“Spinning in the Wheel”

 

Thumbelina’s rest and home inside a shell,

The orb that knows woman’s same as swan,

The warriors of legend that shun death at a bell,

The maid who left mer with fins and singing gone,

 

All learn that boundaries can be crossed,

All know that lines are real

Enough to give reward only when something’s lost,

But its space isn’t empty, but hung like a wheel

 

With spokes of what the journey teaches,

With yarn think of the secrets you steal

When bending the story your step over reaches,

With blood you’ve spent now ready to heal,

 

That spinning wheel binds you to one place,

But its twining threads whisper that fates do blend,

There’s a ring spinning where all worlds are one space,

Where wild chases are still and violent passions do mend,

Where inside’s just nature with a shut door,

Where mirrors show present, future, and past,

Where desire is enough and fulfillment no more,

Where the Round Table seats no first or last,

Where Pied Piper’s children found their families in the stone,

Where land and water mingle, separate yet as one,

Where even Peter Pan can give a love full-grown,

And the ever-spinning Fates know ever’s the same as done.

 

This magic forging apart to same,

This living freedom bears a name.

Circling the earth, it still touches the core,

Strums to harmony, stirs fruition galore,

True fairy tale transformation is bound to lithe Ior.

 

Crossposted to http://wheresmytower.wordpress.com/

Perthro poem

To today’s Perthro rune, and all its splendor.

 

“Arms Open”

 

Arms open wide with mystic Perthro,

Something new arrives upon the Fates’ throw,

I welcome the maid, the lady, and crone.

Wrap me in threads from destiny’s throne.

When the stars mix, all my life feels the stir.

The ripple swings out-it’s the quietest spur.

When the nights blend, I heed the crow,

And open my arms to powerful Perthro.