Solstice Eve

Solstice Eve Cauldron

The silver crescent sinks in the west
at the dark margin of shortest day.
Bring the cauldron,
the salts of earth, the spirits of fire, water.
Cast the spark. Now tear the strips,
twist the paper,
wind the wound in knots, tight.
Bind it.
The hushing shadows crowd round.
Speak the story, say the names.
Shout the ink,
and on the breath, let it go.
Burn it in the hexing flames.
Chant and recant.
In the smoke tears sing
and are quiet.
Make a bed of ashes, stir and scry.
Now, unwind.
In the fertile embers, a flicker quickens.
The pale stars listen
to what was silence.
In this mothering dark
an original voice murmurs
and shines.

{ 10 comments… add one }
  • Jane Brenner 12/22/2017, 3:04 pm

    Powerful words, Cari! Living in the fire zone, I’m grateful for thoughts
    to carry us through some sobering days.

    • Cari 12/26/2017, 8:42 pm

      I’m glad you found some solace here, Jane.

  • Bee Smith 12/22/2017, 3:57 pm

    Wow! Just wow! So many lines and phrases to savour, go over and over…

    Chant…and recant…

    • Cari 12/26/2017, 8:42 pm

      High praise coming from you, Bee. I am honored.

  • Christina Schneck 12/22/2017, 7:42 pm

    Powerful poem, your words are begging to be spoken out loud.

    • Cari 12/26/2017, 8:42 pm

      I do in fact read all my writing, but especially poems, aloud. Thank you for noticing the “sound” of this poem, Christina.

  • Jacqueline Quinn 12/23/2017, 12:19 am


  • Roseanne 12/23/2017, 5:28 am

    Cari…. I read and re-read and then read again, this beautiful poem.
    Thank you.

  • Carol Pallesen 12/23/2017, 7:52 am

    Now each day gets a little longer…
    thanks for sharing your beautiful words.

    I hope you are well, Cari.
    Love, Carol

    • Cari 12/26/2017, 8:40 pm

      Thank you for all the thoughtful comments. I so appreciate the time you spend with me here at my virtual fireside.

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