. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Summoning

Wednesday, April 2, 2025

The Summoning


 The Summoning 

(A mystic whispers)

Through this scrying mirror 

Be it by
Eyes, Touch, Paper, or Phone

Let my power 
Melt your heart of stone

Through
Wind, fire, wave, and sea

I see you
Are you ready to atone

Can you feel me 
Rolling in

Like green moss
Creeping across
Warm wet skin

So you can absorb me 
More

To open wide
All your mind's closed doors

To let me in
So long nights
Can begin

With Earth warmed
By new shadows 
Borne

Open up so I can linger within 
Until dawn

Willing heat to rise up
Like young pawns

Called to fight
In Winter's War of Emotions

So prepare well

Summer Solstice is coming soon
On the 21st of June 

A rebirth
A time of new beginnings and spells

With me and you
Engaging in deep breathing 

In hot bedrooms, 
Wallpapered in sinning and yells

Where old feelings flee
With the ringing of our libidos bells

To be swept away

By sweet cries of a new renaissance that will never stop

And be replaced by new psyops

As all your resistance 
Drops

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

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