paint me colors
of blue and green
paint outside the life of me
paint my lips a rosy hue
a kissable ruby red will do
paint my heart to the rainbow's end
then blend and blend
and blend again
create a kaleidoscope of my hair
spun of gold and silverware
chartreuse feathers on my brow
with eyes of ocean's sapphire blue
paint me colors so i can see
all the beauty that is you
~ Elizabeth Anne Ives
music is my opus
it's the shield that i wear
a soulful of notes
music is my air
i see the world
in rhythm and refrains
with the sharps and the flats
i waltz in the rain
sing me your heart out
play a requiem mass
read the libretto
serenade me in brass
kiss me to a crescendo!
sing the chorus at last
~ Elizabeth Anne Ives
where were you the night
the moon fell from the sky?
were you sleeping or dreaming
as the moon flew by?
i watched in dismay as
it tumbled like a leaf
landing in the meadow
where the wildflowers sleep
i haled the little dipper
and much to my surprise
the dipper lifted the moon
back into the night sky!
the grateful moon,
forever in the dipper's debt,
kissed the little dipper's stars
as the wildflowers slept
~ Elizabeth Anne Ives
I don’t know about y’all, but I’m tuckered out after a full month of blogging from A to Z and participating in National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). Even my muse is rolling her eyes at me! Don’t get me wrong y’all have been an inspiring group. I’m in awe of the talent here in the blogosphere, but I’ll confess I’ve struggled to keep up with all your posts. I’m suffering blogger fatigue. I look forward to returning to my Monday & Friday blog schedule in May.
But for now…drum roll…here is my final effort for the month: the letter Z, a poem about the dark side of the Zodiac.
Zodiac
from its
beginnings
in babylonian
times, the zodiac has
ruled the heavens and moved
the earth, creating order from chaos
while filling the great void with meaning
and purpose, but there is a dark side to
the Zodiac. to be clear, we all have
wicked ways, dark thoughts,
evil tendencies. each sign
manifests darkness
uniquely. tell
me, what
do you desire,
but dare not partake
of? what secrets do you keep
from those you love? where
do you hide the forbidden?
what thoughts do you
censor? with true
reflection the
darkness
will
reveal
the cracks
in your zodiac
~ Elizabeth Anne Ives
Archivist, Coven of Obscurity
what
is the
penance
for losing
one's mind?
is there a price
to pay for a broken
heart in kind? i say,
such suffering should be
calculated and added to
the sums. when my time
is up, this cursed
suffering must
be done!
self-inflicted,
i'm not ashamed
to admit. it scratches
at me, tearing my every
thought to bits. it's futile to
stop it, distract it or find
peace. my penance is
your glory as i
suffer at
your
feet
~ Elizabeth Anne Ives
Archivist, Coven of Obscurity
Note: This poem continues the story of the
Witches from The Coven of Obscurity,
introduced in my A to Z blogging challenge.
Merriam webster
Xaroncharoo
(adj) brilliant, evil, and insane
it is the highest honor
awarded for spells in the
Coven of Obscurity
Xaroncharoo!
most brilliant,
most evil, insane spell
cast by a witch
Sister Six received
three such awards
for the following spells:
love by misadventure -
the appearance of an
accidental union
confounding of the tongue -
a spell leaving your victim
speechless
highfalutin tomfoolery -
a spell that manifests
overbearing buffoonery
on demand!
best invoked during dull
coven meetings
Xaroncharoo spell scrolls
available by request in
memorial of
Sister Six
~ Elizabeth Anne Ives
Archivist, Coven of Obscurity
