Thursday, January 23, 2014

Armor Spellsong


Hanna, by Kristen Hatgi Sink
Armor Spellsong





Armor of flowers
work of my hands
protect me.

Songs from twig ceilings
silver shy shadows
break me in.

Green love in glass bottles
medicine  blue sky
open over me.

Badlands bitch burnout
acid alkali wanting
come 
fall on the sword.

Armor of flowers
work of my hands
light of my heart
abide.



~January 2014




Kristin Hatgi Sink





55 rose petal helmets for     the g-man
This time, I include the title. (I saw you counting, G.)
Inspired by the photography of Kristin Hatgi Sink, Denver, CO.





Images copyright Kristin Hatgi Sink via Facebook, and Phinest. Her website is linked above, and here is herTumblir site as well.
No copyright infringement is intended. Posted with gratitude under fair use guidelines.


22 comments:

  1. I could totally memorise this and recite it naked
    barefoot and knee-deep in grass BUT not for a few months
    yet - May will be the month!

    as ever Hedge
    you take me with the title
    and with picture and word
    I am opened up to the possibility
    of poetry.

    thank you
    and best

    Green love in glass bottles
    medicine blue sky
    open over me.

    antidote.


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    1. Just make sure when May comes around and you strip and start reciting, you have something to run around widdershins, or I can't guarantee the outcome.

      Thanks, as always, Arron, for your kind words, and for reading.

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  2. A spell is always a fine thing for a Witch to have handy.

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  3. Incantations are repeated
    Spells are cast
    Destinies are changed
    Hedgewitches are smiling
    Loved your choice of photography, it blends in perfectly
    Just like your awesome 55
    Thank You for this brief respite from the chaos
    Thanks for playing early, we wouldn't want the Sword of Shaymacles
    to come crashing down on you....Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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    1. LOL! Though I be but small, I am fierce! :-P

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    2. Amen to you both. Flower armor ain't all *that* tough. ;_)

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  4. Very cool poem - for me there's a confusion - it may be my beastly head and eye ache--between armor and amour that is lovely - there's a real turn in that fourth stanza as what is lyrical assumes an intense and very sexual bite - but then finds some respite that almost feels post-coital - I am sorry if I am reading all kinds of crazy things - works very well. k.

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    1. Well, I'm pretty much post the whole coital thing, but I do like to have an active fantasy life. And what good is a poet who can't write a love poem? I hope you feel better soon,k., and the poultry and writing implements stop attacking you.Thanks so much for coming by when you feel so uck.

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  5. That Badlands Bitch is so strong, I hope the armor of flowers is enough to deflect the acid splash.

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  6. a little nature witchy...smiles...armor of flowers...so delicate yet...i like the alliteration there toward the end, it gets the chant kicked up to another notch...i see the same sexual bite that k did in that as well..i like the return to the armor in the end as well...

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    1. Thanks, bri--hope your FIL is doing better.

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  7. You'll think I'm crazy. But this reads like a prayer, hedgewitch. A powerful write.

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  8. Nature, mysticism and words - the perfect brew.

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  9. Cheaper than whiskey, purdier than Blodeuwedd, this dude of a love-charm abides. A 55-gallon bouquet.

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    1. Perfect myth reference, B...now I feel like the poem also needs an owl.

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  10. Joy Ann, the third stanza is absolutely gorgeous. As always your writing is a journey into the mystic and beyond. I am trying to make my way around to visit some of you fine poets. It seems so difficult right now.

    Pamela

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    1. Thinking of you, Pamela. Hang in there.

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  11. Love this! Your use of color throughout is wonderful.

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  12. And the trees kept their silence, leaves shaking away the dreams of spells. Evocative chant. Time to get a dancing with bells, well once sun can warm life into skin

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  13. Would an armor of flowers protect me? Not in this blizzard!! I love Badlands Bitch Burnout!

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  14. I could use some of this medicine:

    Green love in glass bottles
    medicine blue sky
    open over me.

    (Oh, and when Arron does his little recitation I hope he'll share it with us all on fb)

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    1. Ha! Knowing him, there will be twenty selfies of it, for sure.

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg