Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged candle, Christmas, holidays, light, poem, Poetry, snow, spirituality, sun, Winter Solstice on December 24, 2020| 27 Comments »
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O magic tilt of earth,
we sing and dance
in this new wash
of winter.
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Icy prisms
play the stars
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while we gather
reds and greens
to weave ourselves
a holy wreath
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as one tall candle
lights
the untouched snow.
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(c) 1992, 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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(A re-post from 2011 — revised…)
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Wishing everyone a holiday season
filled with love, joy, peace and good health.
Merry Christmas!!
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged candle, comfort, death, grief, hope, loss, Love, poem, Poetry, tenderness on May 17, 2019| 41 Comments »
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When we hurt,
grief wants nothing more
than to light a candle
and sit with us
in our keening.
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If we look it in the eye
we’ll see
its soft depth
as it holds us tenderly
to the flame.
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And when we’re ready
we’ll hold it in return
and watch the spiral
of warm smoke
rise to the sky.
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© 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged candle, fire, hope, Love, Mayberrie', passion, poem, Poetry, smoke, visions on May 15, 2017| 14 Comments »
(a Mayberrie poem)
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Once a week
she braves the village,
trades her woven scarves
for bread and cheese,
and candle sticks.
She offers just a veiled smile
and searches every face;
she dare not speak
of things she shouldn’t know.
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At dusk she climbs the deer path
to her cottage on the hill
and there she lights one candle stick.
As wisps of smoke slide up the wall
like lovers twined
she gazes at the flame and sees
battle-weary men at rest
tending to their fire;
and there!
in the shadowed edge
a single silhouette.
He turns her way
as though he feels her near.
She reaches through
the waxen light
and hangs her heart
around his neck,
then throwing kisses
to the night
she banks the fire
in his eyes
and blows the candle out.
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© 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(A re-post, revised)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged authenticity, candle, fire, Love, passion, poem, Poetry, shaman on September 5, 2013| 10 Comments »
(A re-post from 2 years ago)
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She goes not lightly
to that place,
Image via Wikipedia
not without a candle
does she climb
to where he waits
in ancient cave.
He wears no mask,
just polished sight
as he tools words
on skins of truth
then tender-lights
her candle
in his fire.
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(c) 1995, 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged candle, consummation, haiku, Love, poem, Poetry, return, silence on July 18, 2013| 15 Comments »
I light a candle.
Where its glow meets your silence
you return to me.
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(c) 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged candle, Love, mythology, shaman, sight, spirituality, truth on September 18, 2011| Leave a Comment »
She goes not lightly
to that place,
Image via Wikipedia
not without a candle
does she climb
to where he waits
in an ancient cave.
He wears no mask,
just polished sight
as he tools his words
on skins of truth
then tender-lights
her candle
in his fire.
.
(c) 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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