Three Sisters
Three sisters, three voices, one poem.
Three Sisters:
There’s regret there of course
and what else said the sorrow
guilt too I suspect
all neatly wrapped up
a bitter pill to swallow
midwinter melancholia blues
Spring comes like peace a prayer long overdue…
Three Sisters:
beans squash and corn
will merrily marry to climb intertwined
becoming one in the hot summer sun
nourish and shade then finally fade
long warm nights turned cold autumn breezes…
they tend their garden…time together well spent
yesterday’s regrets lie composting quietly
widows weeds buried under the lime tree
echoes sown in the sun baked hard earth
roots entwined Delphine, Chamomile and Celandine
cow thistle spines their prickly penance
laughingly undertaken they walk barefoot unbroken
amongst this year’s bent bean-rusty canes…Three Sisters:
dance to embrace summer’s gaiety
melancholia like spent winter passes
together they cross the river of charms
to bask in warm sunlit watermeadows
where once more they’ll brush
grass pollen gold from their palms…Sometimes a phrase becomes an obsession, the only way that I know of to release that is through expression…so here you have it…three sisters, three voices, one poem
Thanks for reading cheers Sea 😊🙏😘
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@Alex Jenkin @corvus coronoides @gail smith reynolds @Rebecca Watson (ReBe) thanks for the love guys 😊🙏😘
Ohh this whole piece is pure Magick, Sea! Love, love, loooove your writing!!! <3