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The Sorceress

Posted in Life, Love, Magic, Moon, Poetry, Spirituality, Things Metaphysical, tagged #Sorceress, #The Executive Sorceress, Love, Magic, New Beginnings, Shape Shifters, Snowy Owl, Spirituality on August 20, 2014| 5 Comments »

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As she stepped through the door

Her eyes drifted skyward

No need to be on guard

Ebony sky sparkling

Stars mesmerising

The Goddess rising over the horizon

A secretive smile played over red lips

The times had changed

Like a new lovers’ kiss

Blessings, shining brightly

With the Full moons’ embrace

The Executive Sorceress strode forth

Time now to hurry north

Her sister’s already gathering

Standing under the moonlight

She took a breath to calm her mind

A second to sink within

Her mind formed a clear image

A Snowy Owl sparkling brightly

Her breath trickled slowly

Through her parted lips

The air shimmered brilliantly

Like sunlight on new cut crystal

Arms raised to the sky

Whirling through the air

The Snowy Owl flapped her powerful wings

Speeding away to the north

Over the silent lake

Past the quiet woods

Quickly flying forth

From eyes seeing afar

From East, West and South

She saw her sisters arriving

With a wild cry of joy

She swooped earthward

Into the circle with her sisters

Celebrating the Goddess, the moon

Welcoming the Executive Sorceress

A new world

A new life

A new you.

The Moon Goddess rising

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson, August 2014

©The Executive Sorceress, 2014

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Time

Posted in Life, Love, Magic, Philosophy, Poetry, Spirit, tagged #beauty, dragons, dreams, Magic, sapphire blue, Shape Shifters, time on August 10, 2014| 4 Comments »

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Travelling

Immortality

Moving

Eternally

Through the smallest of increments

Of measured moments

As the shimmering incandescence

Settled into an everlasting

And evanescent form

Of an elemental being

Scales of iridescent gold and blue

Glittering in the velvety dark

The Gold Dragon’s beautiful form

Filling the silent cavern

With the hair tingling effects of magic

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As she rippled briefly

Changing her form within the beat of a human heart

When the eye watering brilliance faded

In the mighty dragons stead

There stood an beautiful ephemeral creature

Hair of deepest moonless black

Hanging down below her waist in ebony waves

Translucent skin glowing with a golden otherworldly glow

Her eyes shone brightly like an azure sapphire

This beautiful magical creature

Twice blessed with beauty

A glittering dragon in female form

A dark-haired beauty in human form

Able to wander this land again

Searching……

Searching for salvation for her kind

Travelling

Immortality

Moving

Eternally

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Blessings, Susan ♥

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Realms of Forever

Posted in Dreams, Magic, Poetry, Spirit, tagged #Realms of Forever, butterflies, daffodils, dreams. memories, Fairies, forests, happiness, Inner-peace, peace, Shape Shifters on July 27, 2014| 2 Comments »

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Gazing dreamily into the bright blue sky

Watching the powder puff clouds roll by

Catching the gaze of the hovering butterfly

Drifting lazily yet not passing by

Hovering daintily near my nose

Making my eyes cross, just so

Fragile legs just tickling softly

Lacy wings beating slowly

Making the smallest puff of air move gently

Across my star-crossed gaze

Captured in this magic

Of a moment of stolen grace

Peace and contentment supreme

As I lay in my daffodil embrace

Surrounded by nature’s beauty

The serenity I seek enfolds me

As I see myself upon my butterfly

Or into a fairy transformed

Soaring way across the meadow

Into a land of gentle spirits

Where pain and loss never enters

Loved ones are gathered around

Greetings and love forever found

Tears and sadness banished under the mound

Is this what memories are made of

Then I’ll take my share with pleasure

To share with my loved ones in full measure

Til my time comes to follow my dreams

Into the realms of forever.

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Blessings, Susan ♥

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If I could

Posted in Life, Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged dreams, Fairy, Folklore, imagination, Magic, Merlin, Owl, Shape Shifters, Wild Hunt on June 13, 2013| 4 Comments »

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“Come faeries, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame.” William Butler Yeats

If I could explain the reason why I’m drawn away from life

And choose instead to spend my time

Alone inside my head

Then you would know as well as I

And this would be no riddle.

Yet I would love to know why dreams seem so real

And life appears as seen through veil

And magic dust and fairies fly round my head and bed

When the man in the moon is talking quietly with the lady in the stars

And the wizard of old, Yes Merlin

Is walking the earth once more.

I’m traveling along old country lanes

With wise old Merlin by my side

And I listen and learn the secrets of old

Of shape shifters, fairies, the old folk and more

And when neath the hawthorn we stop for a rest,

The wild hunt gathers and flies round us merry bent

For mischief and mayhem and stories oft sent

To frighten the fearful and travelers of Ghent.

Then unto the morning the hours have rolled by

And the magic and wonder of the fairies do fly

Deep into memory til I can see them once more

When my heart is unburdened and my eyes no longer obscured.

There neath the bushes a fairy ring I spy

And as I lay down inside it I know we can fly

Old Merlin and fairies, and Owls, Wolf and Lynx

Pan and the wild hunt, round the moon’s halo once more.

If I could…. If I only could…. then I surely would.

(But then I know I can!)

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“My body slid from human to wolf in a crack! of black smoke. Wolf was panting and I watched frost dissipate on my hot tongue, sending tiny rivulets of steam into the air. The world was sharp and clear, and I never realized how many different colors of shadow there were. It made me savor the dark beauty of night even more.” ― Heather Heffner, Year of the Wolf

There are more things to heaven and earth than we dreamed possible. Only by dreaming and believing will we see that anything is possible.

Blessings, Susan x