Raven, Skulls, Polka-Dotted Daisies… and a Hawthorn Blade

Today is going to be a writing day. I need to complete new forms for my nutritionist, and then I would like to finish the short story I’ve been working on these last couple of weeks. It’s my first bit of contemporary witchy fiction ever, so I’m quite excited.

I shall continue working on what I wanted to publish in October, while keeping in mind that it is more likely than not that I won’t be able to finish it in time—my body pain has increased quite a bit lately (I need lots of rest and exercise), so predicting how long a piece of writing will take has become a tad tricky. I’m guessing that I will have to get used to the pain increase first, and after that I will have a better idea. I shall keep you informed.

Speaking of keeping you informed… have you entered Eliora’s August giveaway? I did. And if you want to enter, too, then you must do it before 12:00 am on the 13th. Follow this link for a chance to win a Hawthorn and Pentacle Mini-Athame.

Many of you have already delighted in Eliora’s work, but you haven’t seen the following beauties (since they are mine *giggles*).

I purchased this customized Raven and Skull Tree of Life Candle Holder a few months ago. I love the colors, the details, and the light it brings to my bedside.
Skull, Raven, Tree of Life

This Polka-Dotted Skully Daisies Chest is more of Eliora’s custom work. It says Magaly, doesn’t it? Well, I think it does… and it’s a great place to keep some of my wee wild treasures.
Polka-Dotted Daisy, Skull Chest

Off to fill out forms and do some fiction writing. I shall stalk you whenever I come up for air. Don’t forget to enter Eliora’s giveaway. I mean, look at the blade’s handle, isn’t it preciously wild!
Hawthorn and Pentacle Athame (blade)

Of Former Lovers

He kissed the tip of my tongue at sunrise, and I tasted gen: I would never be me without him in my mouth; my heartbeats would fade and die without him filling my veins. I was addicted to his scent, to his fluid skin, to the jolt he shot into my mind. Forever yours, I thought… But by noontime, his breath soured my day. I still wanted him. Thought, I need you… And I was wrong; for under moonlight, my tongue kissed a new lover. I am me.

a tree gone liquid,
in me this dark and shining—
my coffee-less tongue.

Process Note – After a series of stomach problems, I was advised to gradually reduce my intake of coffee… until I had to stop drinking it all together. A couple of days ago, my doctor said that it was safe to go back to a cup or two a day. I brewed my first pot grinning like a mirth-filled maniac… then I sipped the coffee… just to have my tongue tell me that we no longer care for its taste. Now I go to bed with tea, and wake up to tea. And love it like that.

Gen – I never used the word “gen” before today, so I wanted to share its meaning: information; find out about.

for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Sunday’s Mini-Challenge: Judith Wright). Grace, the challenger, says Judith Wright started losing her hearing in her 20s. My poem was inspired by Wright’s “Five Senses”; the middle line of the haiku section of my haibun, “in me this dark and shining”, is a direct quote.

linked to Poets United, Poetry Pantry 264

Abstract Love“Abstract Love”