Conjuring Spirits

Conjuring Spirits

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THUMP...THUMP...THUMP.....taleeeee de tat!
Mystical voices permission the concussion
a seismic energy summoned within her rapture.
Invoking an archaic beat beneath her feet,
fire and sky are now freed spirits to conjure.
Possessed by compassion, intrigue, and myth,
she sashays around weightless within her trance.
Drums transpire like water filling her thirst,
fluid in her movements and prophetic dance.
Adorned with shadows of silver and gold,
she shimmers in moonstone and tourmaline.
Timely rhythm made flawless by her skirting,
in a feminine display of Goddess and shrine. 
Eyes closed she channels the spirits of old,
the feeling of serenity to make her forget.
A past whisper to cool the fire and swither,
she pauses to absorb the nights silhouette.
She's now without concept of dimension or self,
the beating drums now sedated and slow.
The air humms of wisdom that satiates her soul,
listen she does....for these voices from long ago.

© 2014 Muse

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THUMP...THUMP...THUMP.....taleeeee de tat!

the start of an added feel in your lines...and the stanzas after just put this verse into motion...and like the title says: Conjuring Spirits...and the photo give us a bit more with the imagery within this write...

Posted 6 Years Ago

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I love this. It reminds me of Goddess worship, the Sacred Feminine. That is what I read here. In some way, this reminds me of the rapping style of a poet I know on here (the opening stanzas for sure). This is a clever, imaginative and inspiring piece.

A new favorite.

Posted 8 Years Ago

This reminds me of the first time I saw a true belly dancer. I was intrigued by the imagery's exotic touch. Makes me wonder how such a tiny gesture of a hand could be so overpowering. There is a spiritual quality to this poem that drew me in.

Posted 8 Years Ago

How could one not fall into the spell of the Goddess:) She reminds me of a gypsy Goddess connected above with feet planted below... a blend of as above so below. The beating drums are such a great symbol of the voices of long ago.. an excellent write Muse..xx

Posted 8 Years Ago

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63 Reviews
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Added on September 1, 2011
Last Updated on June 8, 2014
Tags: fantasy, gypsy, spirits, dance, art, dark, night, life, spell, ancient, stories, poem, poetry, love




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