The Seal of Circe
She wove the rainbow through the threads of being
offering life in her hand
“Drink”
It felt like the moon
moving through the shadowed land
filaments of light filling the long
forgotten pathways. She sang of magic
her voice dancing through my night
eyes opening wide
the blue columns, catching the fire
of Horus to lift the roots that bind
She, the water to his fire
He, the sun to her moon
and I, the child born of their union
A seal stamped upon a dream
Or was it something more
this urgent memory of magic
lingering after she returned
to night. My feet still dancing
her song, slightly unsure
unaccustomed to a tune
called freedom and also joy
older than time
leading me home
For Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt challenge “Offering.”
The Light Behind the Story 
Wonderful! 🙂
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Thank you 🙏
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All first steps are hesitant… but without a beginning, there can be no attainment 😉
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❤️
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This is delight, woven into magic wording. 🙂
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Thank you, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Beautiful. There is magic dancing now 😀
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Thank you ❤️
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Wonderful, Alethea!
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Thank you, Bette ❤️
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Beautiful 💜
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Thank you, my friend ❤
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My pleasure my friend 💜 come
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