Thursday, May 11, 2006

Hermes Red - Imogen Rehearses For The Queen

The time is ripe - the time is rare, - to dance among
the berries there, in Autumn when the colour
is rich. I stand among the ruins still, and take
my call to the Rainbow Serpent Queen. I
hold a bright tapestry up as a gift to her,
struck by her art of change, a homage,
barely perceivable in the huge space
of the arena. The trees are losing their
golden leaves, to feed the earth, and
nourish her again in turns. The cycle
is giddying, yet safe and sound, eternal
and evermore, berry ripe. I spin
around in a circle, grasping at the ears
of grain heaped in rows,
and rows by the harvested earth.
The moon is almost full.
Though not always known,
I am thankful for it,
Though sometimes forgetting of mind,
I am thankful for it,
Though not always felt,
I am thankful for it.
It never leaves, it never goes, the
colours, the cycle,
In spite of being curtailed, in spite
of unworthy or illicit sacrifice, still
the ruby burns. Like a match head,
it strikes into a ball of coloured
Grateful to be bowing to the
copyright Imogen Crest 2006.


At 3:31 AM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

Huzzah! 'course anything about cycled rebirth stirs my blood

but the ...

with such color!!

At 4:26 AM, Blogger sage said...

This is so lovely...your words are magic, filled with passion and verve...your painting is exquisite. Thank you for sharing.


At 5:13 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

Wow Monika! You have completely taken away all my breath. The energy is palpable and the words so finely spun. The Queen will richly reward your invocation with more free flowing, healing words.

At 6:31 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...


At 7:23 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

Your words are so beautiful, and your image exquisite. Well done!


At 9:07 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Vi - :-)


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