Molten waves of passion
Spinning ladies all in white
Bleached bone and arid stone
Merciless power without reprieve
Cruel petrification
Even the air stands still and silent
Crystal daggers hang suspended
Blanket of white that gives no warmth
A delicate point of balance
Two robes now fit for wearing
One of jewels and one of blossoms
Feasts of union so divine
Poetry Copyright © 2017 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Artwork: Wiccan Wheel Of the Year – artist unknown
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Ena Whiteraven (a.k.a. Henry) uses elements of mystery and fantasy to inspire readers to seek truth and embrace imagination and creativity in an increasingly dark world. Some of her work has been featured online at The Poetry Bar and The Positivity Press. She also appears as a guest blogger on Spiritually Awkward Magazine / A Life Of Virtues.
In her spare time, she also enjoys reading, gardening, paper and nature crafting, learning new skills, and living the simple life. She’s also an active member of the private Facebook group Exploring Angels.
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