Today, enjoying laziness,
crows woke me, painless
pillar of fulfilling dreams,
sustained escape, freedom
wrapped in anonymity,
needed by no one, nothing:
coffee galore till lunchtime.
Out for a blast of sunshine
and emerald, birdsung garden,
leaning easy on recycling-bin,
letting the pigeons stupefy
through and through-through,
purple thought-shadows,
as they did in days gone by.
Deep-breath, braving the kitchen,
emerged almost unscathed
from squadrons of dark ambush
holding the ushered retreat,
under the wings of Isis
back to my bedroom guarded
by new mirror and piano.
Wrap me up in the Muse
and Orphic music too;
give me, if it should be,
a summer seraphed anew,
glances dancing in dazzle,
a smile's hermeneusis,
kisses' elixir, sweet
desire's deep ichor.
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Under The Wings
Poetry.Under the Wings of the Egyptian and world-wide respected Goddess, Isis. Poems of Nature, Inner Resonance and Mythology.
