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Vanadis
a sound, a voice, a vision
memory of laughter
water that gleams gold
as I reach within
to place my offering;
birdsong of music
flute and harpstring
drumbeat calling heart
and head, mind
spinning as rippled
water, tranced, whirled
into mindlessness, wonder;
through rippled circles to
centred
stillness that is
sound
colour in
silence
movement in
harmony of gold/ honey/ amber
in worlds´ meeting
in your long hair
as the drumbeat calls
lady, Vanadis
mistress of magics
seidh-giver
to you is the offering.
© Jenny Blain
Wyrdswell - Jenny Blain´s Personal Page ; more poetry on Ragnheid´s Pages