If she held a beacon
tightly to her breast
it would not shadow her,
nor would her hands be stained
were she to touch
the Holy Grail.
Her veins would never tangle
should she frolic
with the gods
nor would she burn to ashes
running naked
through the fire.
She’d not be struck with blindness
nor would her conscience bleed
were she to waken Eros
from a dream.
.
(c) 1995, 2011 Betty Hayes Albright
Seasonings 
amazing poem.
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Thank you, David!
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tIekiLI 😉
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!!! uoy knahT 😀
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The power and invulnerability of the pure soul. This is the level of spiritual reflection — so nicely done. And the tone and approach you take with this subject just raises it to still another level!
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Thanks for your thought-full comment, Zumpoems!
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“Her veins would never tangle, should she frolic, with the gods” …brilliant lines. I am in awe of your work Betty 🙂
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Thank you, Poetry & Icecream 🙂
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Oh, my my my–wonderful images again–love this, Betty!
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Thanks, Caddo!
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“She’d not be struck with blindness nor would her conscience bleed were she to waken Eros from a dream.”
Betty, your poetry style possesses a certain surreal, ancient, musical mystery, which makes me look forward to the next & the next…
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Wow! Thank you, Lindy Lee – I’m just glad you enjoy reading it. 🙂
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MmmmMMMmmmmm. I love it. I defer from the standard comment to stand by only that statement. MmmmMMmmMmMmm 😉
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Thank you, Vampire Weather. 🙂
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Betty, there are so many layers of meaning here, I scarcely now where to start oohing and aahing! The beloved one certainly would only glow and expand and grow lighter and cleaner and travel higher and higher if she were truly wrapped in the love Eros dreamed about! Such ancient imagery, so mysteriously enrapturing! But the way, I have nominated you for a blogging award, which I will send you the link as soon as I figure out how. These award badges and passing on nominations is still confusing me. I really need to take time to study all the tutorials in wordpress. I still do NOT know where to “paste” a segment of HTML into “the code”. I have some clues. Please have patience with me as I work on this. I am so caught up in creating my own work and blogging with you guys, I hate to return to my old techie-geekie self!
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Thanks so much, Granbee, for liking this one. 🙂 And thanks in advance for the award nomination. I can’t figure those things out either (pasting HTML’s and codes, etc.) – so I might not be able to follow the requirements. And I’m like you – not enough time to do much more than work with my poetry, and read others’ works here. But at the same time I do appreciate the appreciation 🙂 and will do what I can with it!! Thank you again!!!!
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Very provoking. Thanks
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Thank YOU, Richard!
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This is like the rest of the Mayberrie series, filled with layers and mythology and enough imagination to build an ark that set out sailing with its large wooden timbers toward a black hole that is pulsating new stars out of its blackness into the universe.
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Thomas, I think you just wrote a poem with that comment! Thank you, I’m glad you felt all of that. 🙂
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I, the dolphin, lover of the sea
leaping, writhing, diving deep
beneath your foaming waves
deep within your soul of
salty moods, forevermore linked
in insatiable need.
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Forevermore – in insatiable love….
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love’s pure energy
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