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.

 

London, 2013-14

 

 

 

Ambling …

Garlands of roses

For you and for him

 

Held by pastures

You girdle yourself with gold

 

Baroque sweetness

Your feet are lovely

Your eyes so gentle

 

Sing me a song

Make love not war

 

Ursula D., London, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Bull

 

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

 

 

 

 

The white bull smiles,
Garlanded with roses

Hugging his broad neck

And those, red, adorning the head

Of his rider, Beauty and Grace.

The headlong dash of Aries halted,

The two doves fly, white,

Led by the Cherub Eros aloft,

Suspended in the sky

While Isis holds the holy scroll

Upon her lap, quietly.

Everything burgeons with life,

Giving forth from the

Profound stillness

Of the Morning Light.                                                                                                                                                                        Melanie, Old Warden, 28.12.2016

 

 

 

Lay me down my sword and shield

 

For cherubs frolic in the field

 

With gentle bull and maiden fair

 

Where spoils of war and battle pale

 

In distant verdant valley reigns

 

A princess rose divine

                                                                                                                 Kim S., Phoenix AZ, 28.12.2019

 

 

 

Choking on this stillness.

Get up and dance!

Don’t be a disappointed old cow going nowhere.

 

Jacqueline, 29.12.2020, online

 

 

rest, rest
put your sword and shield down
ground in the roots of nature
time to contemplate and let go
as the new masculine in its infancy receives your helmet crown
playing with joy witnessed by the eye of the bull
adorned with the roses here, now
guarded by the flame of the feminine in her naked beauty
with gracious presence and a nurturing hand
witnessed from a far by the great mother in her temple seat
seeing without being seen, allowing the shift
with certainty and composure
knowing  that her role will always be
here, now and forever more

 

Halla Makarem, 22.01.2021, Beirut, Lebanon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taurus 

 

all is held in the light of her lamp

 

while this our Earth carries us under the Moon. 

 

All the beauty is nothing, 

 

to his exhaustion, 

 

the battle Mars wages

 

goes on and on forever. 

 

While wisdom draws from the Moon's

 

great book of wisdom.   

 

 

Sarah Fuhro