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Elisabeth Writing

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    • Oh, Halloween…

      Oh think of me, won’t you, when the colorful trees shiver and the children are looking for tricks or treats. Think of me when you’re hunting for the perfect costume, or admiring the Harvest Moon at her peak. Think of me when sky-clad under an autumn sky. Think of me when you dance there, crunching…

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    • Hades and Light

      You had a wreath of roses on your curly hair mane, A lion in the garden of night, Devouring springtime and beauty, To sustain your numinous life. The golden boy, the loved, the desired, The Prince of flowers and game, And I am the Goddess of Death, Ghosts and sadness and shame. The souls I…

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    • Lamial and Malacoz, Lakes and Caves.

      The palace was quiet, and the heels of his boots clipped smartly on the polished floors. Lower Demons scurried out of his way, wide eyed and fearful, and Malacoz reveled in it. He smiled at one of them, a small female with white hair and yellow eyes, and she swallowed hard before backing away into…

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    • I ruined a cake and went to that dark place again.

      Yesterday, I went back to that place.  I was making Texas sheet cake. I looked up the recipe in my email, and it mentioned a name that made my crystal heart fall – hit – shatter. I could feel that pit of dark stars and the echoes of light grow and grow and grow until…

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    • I lost myself as a girl. And I found myself as a woman.

      Dedicated to my father, John. Happy birthday daddy-o. You always reminded me of who I really was. This is a story about a girl who lost herself, and the woman who found her. When I was a little girl, I had dreams about another land, and another time. There is one that sticks with me,…

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    • Witchy woman…

      This fruitful, heavenly body is tugging at the womb inside of me, swollen light I guzzle eagerly. I feel the buzz of her beauty in my body, seeping from my pores as luminescence. Harvest Moons and golden-red leaves bring out the witch that has huddled inside my soul with quiet patience until October came to…

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    • Forever or a fling?

      Perhaps it’s time to face the truth, however unpalatable: maybe I was always meant to be a fling, and never meant for forever.  I might be easy to fall in love with, but I know damn well I’m harder to stay in love with. Ask the men who gave me diamonds and pearls. Ask those…

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    • Why write about love?

      Here’s one thing I hear quite often: “I notice your writing is mostly about love.” The question there, unasked, is why? There are, of course, all the usual reasons that love is the main subject of many poems, songs, books, plays, paintings, etc.: love is powerful, love is terrible, love is beautiful, love is a…

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    • Faerie Godmother Me!

      I long to be a love goddess, with raven dark wings, a rose quartz wand, a crown of peonies and magic sizzling like lightning at my fingertips. There is the magic we know, and the magic I crave. The magic we know is intention and rituals, candles and glass jars, obsidian and red salt, moon…

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    • Burnt Gardens

      We made a garden, in the beginning. It started with a few precious seeds and bulbs. We gently patted them into the freshly turned earth and linked hands lovingly over the soil. We planted flowers, but more than that: love, hope, beauty, dreams. They were so tender, and precious. Our warm welcome tears watered them…

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    • Hades Did You Choose Me?

      Hades, did you choose me? They said you took me against my will. But darling I knew you watched me from your purple bruised shadows. Did you think I didn’t know? Did you think that I trailed my fingers over my thighs for myself (although, sometimes I did that too)? When I pushed the ivory…

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    • Dear ______,

      Dear _______, I can’t believe it’s been a year or so since I’ve seen you. It feels like I can bring you to my mind as if I just saw you yesterday, but it also feels like I haven’t been near you in years. I thought I should leave you alone unless you came to…

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    • Don’t tangle with friends and exes…

      I think the title sums it up nicely. – “Don’t tangle with friends and exes” especially when they’re both. Dark hair, quiet lilac eyes behind glasses. Bare skin, starlight freckles, a spill of lamplight on golden hair. I seduced, black lace in my teeth, ink into the emptiness of want and desire, of freedom and…

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    • An empath, or just broken?

      I wrote this in a mood of deep exhaustion, sorrow and burnout. People do tend to unload on me as a massage therapist and an “empath” – but I fucking hate that word so I don’t use it. And perhaps I’m not that, but just traumatized and shattered. Maybe we’ll never know. So this is…

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    • What would have happened if…?

      This is a piece I thought up when I was remembering one particular event that shaped my life, and then I thought of a few other times that changed the path I was on – for the good and for the bad. But in the end I’m proud of the woman I’ve become and the…

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    • To The Men Who Couldn’t Love Me –

      To The Men Who Couldn’t Love Me –

      To The Men Who Couldn’t Love Me,  I remember driving in hail and rain, waiting for the storm to break, a letter in my hand that asked only this: why? I wept over dried roses in wine bottles, my tears like dew, and I wondered if I could bring them back to life. I waited…

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    • Letters in 60 years… will you keep them?

      Would you keep the letters, and memories? Amaranthus flowers drooping over a crystal vase, fingers shaking, because love lies bleeding and I have it in a glass. Young raven wings tremble. One ebony feather drifting down to rest, I wonder if these wings will still fly, if I try. Is it will I try, or…

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    • I miss you, Elf-friend.

      I miss having you as my friend. No one could make me laugh like you could. I’d jump up on a bench and sing Newsies while you watched and shook your head in amused exasperation. We’d climb on junglegyms and crawl through tunnels. You’d chase me, and tackle me, until I was laughing so hard…

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    • Aphrodite’s pupil and handmaiden.

      Aphrodite’s pupil and handmaiden.

      (I wrote this a year ago in the midst of deep healing. I am a witch and my patron goddess is Aphrodite herself. I love her dearly. And I have ALWAYS loved love and romance. So let’s learn from her, let us love and be loved. At the moment I am feeling a little overwhelmed…

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    • The Sailor, the Sea, and Me.

      The Sailor, the Sea, and Me.

      (I had the idea for this this while on a ghost tour in Saint Augustine, Fl. The ghost tour guide, Dahlia, told all of us about a woman who became involved in bootlegging alcohol. She would walk to the widow’s walk each night and light a lantern to let the people of the town know…

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