Drawing by Judith Wolfe

Neroli Cottam /

Two Poems



      Harmony

      GO wrestle monsters
      in the mist.

      Bring back the child that
      flew time's awful journey.

      Tell me all the names gods
      and devils use today.

      Find me in my fragile shell and
      if I'm drifting tell me life's

      not empty sugar bowls, that
      sweetness still flows through its veins.

      Teach me to hold woven glory
      spun with natural magic charm,

      & if I speak of love not war
      serve me back the ball I throw

      or send it spinning as before
      through diverse worlds

      where souls soft songs
      are whispered words in

      universes bright with learning.


      Making Magic

      The tarot reader conjures up
      your mystical past, present and future.

      Happenings coalesce in the cards.
      Will you slide from your bubble
      into the arms of the dark stranger?

      Will the negative forces that surround
      your aura evaporate into phantasms?

      Outside the sparrow in the apple tree
      cleans its beak.

      A spider climbs the translucent thread
      at the window's edge.

      Bees hum in gold accord in the wintersweet.

      Your fortune unfolds while the world
      spins in time and space

      realising and releasing its natural magic.


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