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"you are the shaman who owns the witches drum the wild lover with soft tender hands you are the arabesque in the hall of mirrors" These visual images find me simply delighting in your poem. I will never look at thunder the same way again. Now, it will always be the wild lover with soft tender hands ... What a wonderful way for spring to bring in summer.

Again you write sublimely and fill my mind with images of love ... beautiful work hun ... thank you for sharing your wonderful talent with us ... kind regards love Jayne x x x

well written and visual, I love your poem and new pic. Love the title too. Love Lyz. XX

just read your delightful poem dark and dancing like lightening on halos will o the wisp in the cold stones of October mists the edge of the knowns at the cedar rails at the moss fed trails amazing word groupings Thank you!!

Is this a formal diatribe against religious hypocrysy? If so, you have done it with style, and real glamour. You have impressed me again, dear O Molly. Sincerely, Hugo

Molly the one I just read was very, very good but this is just jaw dropping! I get the real sense of a knight charging down from the storm clouds (brilliant cloud description by the way!) like bolt of lightning and all hell then ensues... with rolling thunder, lashing rain and ever growing griceous clouds, the egyptian horns resound in echo of that thunder a tropical tide from the heavens, with could sparking sunglow to light the land below, the birds migrate and await the spring dawn, the chilled grassy plains want the spring growths to arise once more... that is what they want... a budding seed within to grow into light and ignite the sun once more. The startling metaphor here Molly is incredible, from black cloak that flaps in the wind like ever growing clouds to the jack frost gallop of the stallions and geldings over the plains is for me some of the best things you have ever written, and belive me Molly that is saying something... an obvious choice for me to nominate for the spotlight... hope it lights your day today and everyday that follows... you deserve it with poetry like this! Just Awesome! Dale :)

Loved this poem, at once a feeling of lost love then it opens up into the broader picture of the shaman maybe bound for the darkness of the unknopwn (a ritual sacrifice). But this is not so: in the catacombs you have been far too long amongst the dead and dreary eyes and open jaws you have seen the black birds of sorrow in the dark cold caves you have been resting. Very dark, very beautiful. Respects Dalton.

when life is reborn, love the line with the fiery red heart beneath the black cloak. love. Craig

You have found your voice but remember these dogs satisfaction and familiarity. Free the wolf.or cage the dog. you use a strong approach with the repitition of: and when you say I want you When you say it this gives a deep emotional enphases to the defining center of the poem and the shift to it's second nature of past life.Very well done. ........o

Oh Emperor butterfly-fivrel-sommerfugl, nattsverm. Oh Empress of the elements, your chrysalis on fire lights the depths of Winter's dark black despair with hope of Spring. Ann of Norway.

for this poem You write very beautifuly in descriptive imagination and I like the spacing and paragraph mixing the english and french Esker~