Riding the Serpent

I feel its breath calling me
From beneath
Underneath
Soil, grass and dirt
Like a magnet it draws me close

It rises to meet up with me
I reach out
And feel it
Move, turn and sway
Feel the power that swells it

That one touch sparks something
Within me
I respond
Mind and body
Instinct and experience combine

The colours dance before me
Orange green
Black red white
Pulsing vibrant
A dancing map before my eyes

I pull from the stars and send
To the deep
Flushing all
Toxic blocks
Billowing and swirling away

Coiled becomes straight and the blocks
Become pure
Red to green
Black to white
Absorbed into the intensity building

And then comes that final rhythmic pulse
As all moves
Falls away
Becomes still
And the serpent once so awake rests again

Stonehenge 2010
Stonehenge 2010

© A M Hunter 2014

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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