Form: Minute Poetry
As dusk descends oblations bloom
In sacred room.
To gods of night,
For their delight.
The sweetest scents illuminate
The holy state
For us to see
The path to thee.
The flowers guide the Pagan child
With spirit wild
By lunar light
In sacred flight
©JGFarmer2008
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I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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