Exhausted warrior slumbers at last
While the lion's mouth his left shoulder grasps.
The Earth greens and grows beneath
Smiling white bull bearing the beauty
Who bears her flame,
Each garlanded with roses red,
As the Moon glows steadily above her head.
Two white doves flying high
In the cloud-bearing sky,
Ribbon-drawn by celestial cupid and his bow
While his Earthy brothers the helmet show,
Adorned with eagle-swan.
The High Priestess sits alone,
Quiet and still upon her throne,
Half-moons hear her ears
and curve under her feet.
Katherine, London, 2004
Dark red of blood, sun-gold-infused, becomes copper;
Clouds nourish Earth with rain;
All kingdoms rejoice.
Melanie, Old Warden, 2013
With a heavy heart the soldier lies alone
Reflecting on the horrors of war
In his anguish he doesn't see the beauty behind him
And the healing power of love approaching.
For this is the land of milk and honey and Cupid has fired his arrow
The solid white bull wears a garland of roses
And carries the maiden with the chalice containing Nectar
To heal his broken heart.
In the distance the crone sits smiling, watching the scene
As Cupid and his helpers weave their spell
She knows the healing power of this thing called 'Love'
And she knows that all will be well.
Garlands of roses
For you and for him
Held by pastures
You girdle yourself with gold
Your feet are lovely
Your eyes so gentle
Sing me a song
Make love not war
Ursula D., London, 2013
Before you reach the hills there are fingers of cyprus trees
That touch the sky and rise to wipe away the past.
A white bull smiles and a soldier dreams of cheating death,
While nature slides by – perfumed, milky, beating, lithe.
The wise moon hangs back, in no hurry for the night.
Why would anyone want to leave this peace?
Calypso's caves arch high, fertile and complete.
Sophie Juneau 29th Dec 2013
Part of me safe in my space of contemplation,
while another, valuing love,
shows myself to you in the best possible light
while doves fly,
precious is this resting place.
Sunflower, West Sussex, 28.12.2014