May 27, 2021.


mountain magic

we were in the pitch black
hiding between the hunched trees and thick brush
an audience for the crossroads
flinching at every light from the main road

greeted by shallow muddy water from a spring rain
we had heard the lord moving his furniture
we heard the frogs talking about us
and the sound of splashing paired with a ringing in my ears

we set the tealight candles on the hood of his Jeep
the angle made the wax glide to the headlights
millers and mosquitos circled us and when tired
they rested on our arms and accompanied us for the night

i taught him how to cast a circle
how to call out to the elements
how to see light come from your finger tips
how to respect nature and it's limits

we read psalms to his necklace
and dabbed it with a homemade oil
it's family tradition almost
to know the magic of these mountains and the stories from the soil





Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2021-05-30 at 01:22

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Tommo The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow. (The best possible wow!) The economy, the fluency, and the power of this poem. Tip of the hat, bow of the head.
2021-05-30