~ Poetry by me ~
At the Well
With one eye I gazed down the well
And one gazed back from waters dark
Chill stare from hidden depths
Stirred by the wind, and the drops of blood.
Mortal sight faded, veiling the world
Second sight rising nine realms revealed
Deeply I drank
What mattered the pain.
© 2005 Michaela
Macha
- This poem is in the
Common Domain and may be freely distributed
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License -
Image: "Mimir, the Well of Knowledge"
© Esta Weiss
... who is and runs "Pagan
and Proud of it" along with her stunning 3D-art
galleries & pagan web design.