Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Multi-blog Poetry Wednesday

I wrote the following poem almost a year ago on the eve of the Witches Sabbath. The weather I think was quite different from today. We were enjoying an Indian summer and not an early winter.

Can you stop time?

Can you stop time
Hold the light
Summon the dark at will
Call forth spirits of the wood
Talk to the hawk
Soaring above?

If you could, would you?
Hold all things at abeyance
To your fickle will
And yet we dream, charm and plot
If only it were like so
Such happiness?

And were you to wish
Upon some star a precious thing
Would you down the road
Need to offer tariff
Payment not previously seen
Or agreed upon?

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Boil, boil, toil and trouble
Eye of newt and toe of frog
Abra cadrabra
Hocus Pocus
Pots of gold and fairy rings.

Give me this day
My daily bread
And deliver unto me
My fondest wish
Or just celebrate today
For what it is?

If you could, would you?
Stop time and hold the light
Call forth the spirits of the wood
Wish today gone
And yesterday back
Or just be content?

That this day
You watched the hawk soar
Heard the wind whisper through the grass
Felt the sun upon your face
And knew the spirts
That inhabited this wood.

And it was good.

(c) J. Binford-Bell October 2008

NicholasV on Intelliblog has a lovely poem  

Bee's Blog

Bev on To Rhyme or Not to Rhyme

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  1. No sadly at times, we cannot stop time but would we really want to?

    This is a very clever poem (I almost wrote prayer - how interesting - what does that tell you?).

    You have a wonderful gift for conjouring up images in the reader's mind.

  2. How wonderful to see the season inspiring an introspective, reflective poem like this. As Bee says, it is prayer-like, or like a thanksgiving. How often do we stop and think about the present moment, how often do we stop and thank providence for all the wonderful things we have and enjoy, all the things that we should be grateful for?

  3. I wouldn't stop time, I might miss something. Every minute is precious evn though with its passing we draw nearer the greatest mystery of all. I like this poem very much Jacqui.

  4. I'm here from Nicholas V's blog. I love this poem, especially the last verse that I find particularly poignant.
    Thank you for sharing.


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