choices

Old art from the archives, fresh words from the Oracle.

could chanting crush
the sad drunk pounding symphony
of death and blood?

mother moon shines music
through the tongues of womin

wind language whispers in dreams
above shadows of lies

asking time to sing together light

Linking to earthweal open link weekend.

23 thoughts on “choices

  1. A lot of people sing or hum in times of danger or great need, Kerfe. I used to love singing, until I had a tumour on my thyroid, which damaged my vocal cords. These days I sing in my head. I love the phrase ‘sad drunk pounding symphony / of death and blood’, which describes that helpless feeling perfectly.

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