L'aura del Campo

Darleen... [239] and [240]

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1. She walks to the graveyard where in Earth's womb she had planted the skulls by April's new moon when all was turning green, protected them through drought and storms; now she goes to her garden to harvest the fulsome fruits of her labor snuggled among tombs and gently plucks one from the ground and caresses the crannies now full of life. Sow and ye shall reap her granny had promised. Now worms and grubs were fattened and ready to eat. She would feast tonight by the light of the full moon and give thanks.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.239] (7.oktober.2021)

Revised. Now in "Harvesting the skulls" 

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Enter the dreams of the waiting crone.
Learn her wisdom with each wheezing moan.
As woods clothe you against winds that bite,
Darkness becomes refuge from fiery light.
In her embrace let youthful dreams swim.
In her depths let outside worlds dim.
Cast childhood aside along winding trails.
Forget whatever gnaws, chews or ails.

Let go. Do not be bewildered,
For you were ancient before you were born.
See life renewing itself every night.

Everything now seems familiar.
Seek guidance from the watchful crescent 'fore morn.
Reach home by listening to your own inner light.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.240] (7.oktober.2021)

A sonnet (not perfect rhythm) somewhat like:

aabbccddefgefg Persepolis Sonnet as in

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The Clandestine Love  (E) A Perseplolis Sonnet Written for my special someone. #2244562 by GERVIC

aabbccddefgefg (south african quilt)
Originally aabbccddeefgfg as in "Life" by John Clare (1793-1864).

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