Coven

[goldenmyst]

Coven

Coven collective
Women mingled
In sacred circle
Ankh necklace
Laced around necks
Ancient drumbeat
Gathering female
In fusion fire
Energy fields meshing
In gynocentric dance
Holy vibrations
Of feminine power
Encircling bodies
In trembling abandon
Daughters of the moon
Robes rippling
In sensual friction
Cotton caress
On bare skin
Golden ecstasy
Sipped from chalice
Dark red wine
Drunk with passion
Midnight fury
Waxing lunar rapture
Night alive
With smoldering desire
Bathed in wet heat
Forest spirits pirouetting
Like fireflies
In mystic dreams
On hallowed night

[Arcadia]

half moon? your texts felt very sensitive towards feminine energy, g-myst! Enjoyed it!

[Lightning Rod]

this is what I'm talking about John
this is a nice collection of images
but NOTHING HAPPENS
there is no dramatic conflict or action
everything is passive
good observations, nice descriptions, but no involvement
it's like you are muttering to the wind or to yourself

I'm asking you to bring me into the poem

[Artguy]

Naked women dancing around a fire...the sex of it all...

[saw]

this reminded me of those old jungle movies about voodoo rituals where the white men hid in the bushes entranced at the spectacle before their naive eyes...."gynocentric" is a cool word, john that about says it all in this poem......no men allowed....except, in the bushes....ha

[goldenmyst]

Arcadia, feminine energy indeed, the creative force of the universe. Thank you.

Lightning Rod, what can I say? Thank you again for the constructive criticism.

Artguy, you summarize it perfectly! Thanks man.

Saw, ahh to be a peeking in on this gathering. I love your comment! Thank you. LOL

John

[stilltrucking]

I loved this poem,

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speaking of images going nowhere
this one been rattling around in my skull for thirty six years.
I keep hoping there is a short story in it.


University of Maryland
watching a group of black robed women
marching down the mall between the library and the Admin building
carrying a huge paper mache phallus on their shoulders.
and when they got to the administration building they put it down and burned it.

[goldenmyst]

Stilltrucking I love that angry women story. I'd say there must a story there somewhere. I wonder how long ago that was? Thanks for sharing.

John

[saw]

sounds like a great director's cut scene for Woody Allen's movie,
What I Always Wanted to Know About Sex, but Was Afraid to Ask....ha

[hester_prynne]

I had just put my broom away and then this piece came along and inspired me to get it back out and go for another ride. I'm glad I did, because some warlock whistled at me when my robe got pulled up for a sec due to the high wind pockets up there by the moon, and I needed that.
Neat write, thanks goldenmyst....
H

[SmileGRL]

there is something sexy in the mix of sacred and ancient and feminine for me...very.

john...your poem is like a beaded necklace stringing sensual images together.

saw...made me grin. twice

& truck...kind of like the equivalent of burning the bra...demonstrating female power. could be dangerous, boys...heh

[goldenmyst]

Your enjoyment of this poem makes me warm inside. I'm so happy you found it stimulating. Your description of it, as a string of sensual images, is such a delight. Thanks for reading.

Your yellow star,
John