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A poem and photo story

Hidden from sight
there lives a witch,
said to cause blight
to those that cross her way.
She lives in the shadow
away from the light.

Truth be known
it is all fable.
She is nothing more
than a lonely crone
named Mabel.

Her potions and lotions
made to heal and never harm.
Mistook for evil
but really they are the charm.

Her Goddess is the earth
and all it births,
because all we need is
within her girth.
Imagine the things
this witch could teach

Knowledge is power
But we cower
At the sight of this
Woman who hides herself
away from the light.

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I took these photos of a dear friend of mine in our local woods. Thanks to Wendy Walters for her great costume, makeup, props and and her character. It was a great day in my woods.

Denise g.


A photo essay

When I moved to where I am currently living I didn’t understand why my street was called Riverbank? There was no river to been seen anywhere. Then I noticed a path not far from my door. The path led me down to a little gulley where there was a small creek and forest wedged between the main road and a housing subdivision. It was a hidden treasure in the middle of the city.

Anytime I felt stressed or overwhelmed this is where I would go. I found peace and solitude in my own little forest. It helped me shut out the world and the things I couldn’t control in it. …


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Brown against grey
saturated warm colour
against black
filtered light through
overcast sky

The whirring of tires
on wet pavement
vehicles of all sorts
drive by

The spin of the bedding
being washed
later to be
dried and folded

The flavour of my last
mouthful of coffee
lingers
as I contemplate
another

All,
while I enjoy
the stillness
before the chaos.

A Short Bio
An empath with newly discovered passion for writing. I find writing helps me release emotions that I carry, sometimes they are not even my own emotions, an emotional sponge so to speak. Creativity is where I find balance and release. I’m a long time photographer, mostly nature and travel photography and have recently started painting as well. I am in my renaissance, metamorphic stage or mother to crone transition in life.
I have a personal blog which contains some of my writing and photography.
Www.notafulldeck.com


A love letter gone unanswered

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Photo by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash

My heart
now knows
it’s depth,
it is a
vast distance.

My love
for you
went miles
into the deep.

Now my grief
keeps me
sitting here in that
deep,
dark cold place.

My tears add
to the depth
of the water.

I must surface soon,
lest
I drown
in my tears.

In retrospect,
you tested
my waters and
I discovered
how deep
I could feel.

Before you,
I was in another
dark place
called bitterness
and resentment.

So I am grateful
you entered
my waters. …


A poem on self reflection

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Here I sit
filling time
not knowing why?

I only get a glimpse
whilst creativity flows,
then time is lost
and the moments fly.

But,
when energy stagnates
I ferment in
useless thoughts
nights are so long
and the mood
is restless.

Does this serve
a purpose?
Or is it merely a
stew of torture?

Does this make us
prove our mettle,
so we can master
and not settle
so we eventually
connect the dots?

When days and nights
are not so long
and moments fly.

A Short Bio
An empath with newly discovered passion for writing. I find writing helps me release emotions that I carry, sometimes they are not even my own emotions, an emotional sponge so to speak. Creativity is where I find balance and release. I’m a long time photographer, mostly nature and travel photography and have recently started painting as well. I am in my renaissance, metamorphic stage or mother to crone transition in life.
I have a personal blog which contains some of my writing and photography.


An erotic poem

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artwork and photo by author

I love your snatch
Baby
I love your ass
it excites
me how…

I feel the heat
I want to sweat
so I fall Baby

My fingers
squeeze
tease
and
dig deep
Baby

I love your
tits
I want to
suck
lick
flick
and bury my
face Baby

You make me
Hard Baby
I quiver
just at the thought
to taste a sliver

I love your
snatch Baby

xoxfffoxo

Denise g


A poem of tea and life

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Leaves picked
by nimble hands
left to dry in
warm sunlight

Desiccated
essence still remains

Revived
as boiling water
pours through
the filter
releasing what
has been cached

Heady fragrance rises
a soothing slip
on the throat
bringing calm and
presence in a moment

Energy never lost
only transmuted
and steeped in time

Even though I rarely drink tea, I love the ceremony of it. It is a break from the madness of the day and like the tea leaves when the hot water hits them we are revived.

It is said, by those that have the gift, the leaves left at the bottom of the cup will tell a story, your story. …


A poem

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I sit tired and forlorn
on the shore.
Water as far as
the eye can see
but no one to offer a cup
to quench my thirst.

Bone weary and parched
my body aches
for kind touch
and sustenance.

Many flaunt their cups
only for me to
inhale stale air
and swallow sand.
As they watch
and take pleasure
in their cruelty.

Why do I wait by
the shore?
Cupless,
forever waiting
for my ship to come in.

I must go inland now,
find my own nourishment.
Regain my strength and rest.

I dare not visit
the shore again,
I will wait
self sated and soothed
for the one who
seeks me.
The one who
shares his full cup
and I with mine.
From a hand
that is adorned
with
heart on sleeve. …


A poem about being between two realities

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Here I sit betwixt
yearning for earthly pleasures
and aiming for spiritual bliss.

Can I have my cake
and eat it too?
Between two worlds,
not fully in either.

It is lonely here
in my purgatory
as I try to release
all attachments that bind
me to the want.

This costume binds
me to the earth.
I want to be naked
and stripped of all.

Loose

Untethered

Air itself

Or
do I want
to be deeply rooted
in the cycle
of birth and decay
and all the pleasure
from start to finish.

Here I sit betwixt.

A Short Bio
An empath with newly discovered passion for writing. I find writing helps me release emotions that I carry, sometimes they are not even my own emotions, an emotional sponge so to speak. Creativity is where I find balance and release. I’m a long time photographer, mostly nature and travel photography and have recently started painting as well. I am in my renaissance, metamorphic stage or mother to crone transition in life.
I have a personal blog which contains some of my writing and photography.
Www.notafulldeck.com


A poem about last night’s dream

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Stairs of cold marble
worn with the steps of time.
Hallways long and narrow
tiled in coloured
symbolic artistry,
that lead to secret chambers.

A view on a world,
not my own.

A tree so large
vibrating pure energy.
I watch the spectacle
from the balcony.
Leaves falling in
perfect choreography,
laying down
design and geometry.

A roof of living roots
so ancient no one knows
when the seed was planted.

Vermillion, magenta and ochre
with threads of gold
draped over women
with depth in their eyes
and smiles that open
your heart
to the mystery within.

Warm skin and
exotic perfume
amongst the flowers
and the spice of life. …

About

Denise G

Writing is the path back to me and photography a reflection of my soul. Www.notafulldeck.com

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