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a night of poems & black wings

a night of poems & black wings

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seeds of creativity

Themes of transformation & transiting through cycles of life, breath, death & healing seem to seep into my work. Nature, magic, creation & the ever-morphing seasons are a constant guiding force & inspiration.
~victoria pettella~

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Sunday, October 2, 2022

poems for invisible creatures..


~poems for invisible creatures~

victoria pettella



Wild

my bones 

could not feel death

the rain in my skull 

wore the bruise 

of lonely flowers

Alone

near the strange 

mossy hollow

the rabbit fell away 

like mist

and I was no longer lost

For the endless 

glimmering thread

split itself 

upon the bluest flame

and I was free




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 poems for invisible creatures


It is the scar of dawn 

that lingers upon 

my disenchanted breath

the skull of lone-bird

In regal sunset

The darkling Oak 

to the wild fairy-heart

The bard of solace to the dying lark

It is the splintered star

Upon night's jagged tongue

The bloodhound just shy 

of nonsensical chart

where the wounded lay ethereal 

in dust-caramel earth

like the amber-glass-fly 

upon its candied-perch

And when the lamp-light heart 

becomes a looming sky

full of hurricane birds 

and haunted song

 the Coyote Willow bleeds down fast

into the feral dust of invisible arms

For Autumn sends 

her bonfire-ghosts

into the vanishing welts of dawn

to kiss vaporous wings 

of fractured birds 

now faded, wistful 

and gone





She fell into the arms
of the dying forest
and gave all of her flesh
to the wilds
of earth

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poems for invisible creatures


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In the deeps 
of the Eternal
Silver ravens plucked stars 
from my soul
Spiders made graves of lace 
in my skull
Fireflies danced their light
into my bones
and Autumn's grimoire 
set itself on fire
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In Winter sings

a silent bird

that only those near death

can hear


I N V I S I B L E  

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To All Things Otherworldly and Beautiful...Destroy me


I would rather take the risk

of being destroyed

by something

otherworldly and beautiful

than to keep living

in an empty tomb

with nothing extraordinary

to weep for



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Lay with me beneath

the sharpened husk

of the Moon

Braid my raven-hair

with blue stars and sapphires

Sing me your dark Autumn-song

Let me belong only to you

and make a sinewed grave of magic

for our flesh to sigh and dream 

forevermore

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poems for...Invisible Creatures

 

So hauntful glows 

my faerie-torn heart

wound, tide and worlds they meld

all in the moonlit dark

searing, jagged waves burn

across the vampyric clock 

skeleton keys lost 

in the hungering winds

to the enchantress hidden nigh

fernseed dried and crystals buried 

in the forest-tomb

the red fox gathers 

round the Elm-tree-eye

and the rain-kissed roots

where lullabies of dark 

weep in the earth

where the sad witch-lass 

burned and burned

and her broken heart lay

beneath the emerald-mound

encased in a small metal box 

with lost trinkets

dark stars 

and lonely moths

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 We are Blue Wildfire




poems for invisible creatures

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I have been wearing
the Lost Stars
Feeding from death
Swimming in fire and ashes
Seeding my wounds
in the Evermore
of unanswered dreams
Searching the drifting
galaxies
Someone send me a sign
I have been dying
for years
Someone send me a sign
I have been alive 
on the other side
of the Universe....
waiting to merge,
explode, bend into light
Waiting to find you
A haunting plethora
of nothingness
still carries the light 
from your sleeping Heart
I wear your Starlight
and your Sword
Stitched to the cosmos
last lingering veins
Hoping you will find me
inside the breath
of this lonely dream

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poems for invisible creatures


No longer impermeable 
Light glimmers from the veil of the Moon 
She has come to taste and free my wounds 
Cosmic Ghosts soak me in Auric Bloom… 
For I am no longer caged in dreams 
No longer a dormant seed 
No longer impermeable
My soul in transit
Now winged and free



All poetry~Victoria Pettella

poems for invisible creatures



2 comments:

Laura Morrigan said...

So evocative! I love the bonfire ghosts. It is definitely within our lonely spirits to want to be devoured by something magical and beastly rather than find no magic at all!

Victoria said...

Laura Morrigan

Thank you kindred..how I love the word, evocative! and your words hit my core..so deeply beautftul and powerful..yes to be devoured by it all.. is there anything better? Just love that..thanks for sharing your magic here.

Autumn' sLight

Autumn' sLight
* ART ~WORD~ IMAGERY & EXPLORATORY SEEDS*

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A natural draw to the experimental side of things

*CREATION IS ALWAYS AWAKE , IT LIVES UNCAGED & FREE, NO RULES TO FOLLOW , ONLY NEW SEEDS TO EXPLORE~victoria pettella*


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poeme

poeme

beautiful creatures

beautiful creatures

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raven in love with the moon

raven in love with the moon

black feathers

black feathers

ghosts of introversion

ghosts of introversion

Within

Within
visit sacred space...

a u r a

a u r a

colors

colors

g h o s t b i r d

g h o s t b i r d

** ethereal dreamworlds **

** ethereal dreamworlds **

visual potions ~by candlelight

visual potions ~by candlelight

wander through the veil with me

Poems seeking light

Poems seeking light

To all the rare flowers

To all  the rare flowers

**b e a u t i f u l ** s o u l s**

We are all strange and unusual; flawed, broken and beautiful ~victoria pettella

shadows & souls

shadows & souls

moonlit flora spells

moonlit flora spells

visual potion~ sun, shadow & strings

visual potion~ sun, shadow & strings

sacred spaces~

sacred spaces~

** symbolic visions **

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Nature is a Meditation

Nature is a Meditation

visual spells ) o (

visual spells ) o (

one night the stars... let me in

ash and seed

ash and seed

uncaged & free

uncaged & free
a beautiful storm

spark~illumination~transformation

spark~illumination~transformation

Creative Encounters & Kindred Spirits

I love to meet and connect with fellow creatives! I have a deep appreciation for all artists, creative thinkers, unique souls.
While my nature is mostly introverted and I thrive as a hidden -solitaire, I have found connecting with other creative-spirits to be profoundly nourishing and deeply magical in ways my soul understands. To those I have met along the way that have enriched my life with your art-music-writing-creations-passion-energy-open-mindedness....I thank you immeasurably ! and to those I have reconnected with..thank you for giving me a sense of community in a world I always felt on my own in. Thank you for these creative encounters, they have transformed me.

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solitary world

the unseen

the unseen

releasing the shadows and returning to light

releasing the shadows and returning to light

visual poems..

visual poems..

sunskulls & wolf-bones ~ a cave of songs & poems

sunskulls & wolf-bones ~ a cave of songs & poems

new soul

new soul

Dark Blooms

Dark Blooms

you were always meant to be free

gothic spell

gothic spell

u n v e i l

The Bird whispered to the stone

The Bird whispered to the stone

The Secret Realm

The Secret Realm
What is behind the door of shadow and light...