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In the End it was the Raven

In the End it was the Raven

Nature is Meditation

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a night of poems & black wings

a night of poems & black wings

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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, October 2, 2022

poems for invisible creatures..


~poems for invisible creatures~

victoria pettella


The Bluest Flame


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

~victoria pettella~




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 poems for invisible creatures





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I am 
a strange creature
in love
with my own hauntings
~victoria pettella~
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It is the scar of Dawn 

that lingers Upon 

the Dragon's stolen-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 Lost-Meadowhawk

stitching

her way

back to the

Sun


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

~victoria pettella~





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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victoria pettella



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In Winter sings

a silent bird

that only those near death

can hear

~victoria pettella~

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INVISIBLE CREATURES..

Veins of Emerald-Armour


The Trees 

pour their Emerald-Armour

into my veins

Forest-Marrow fills my bones

My dreaming-flesh

wears the Floral-Shield of Faery

My heart long dead

in the bark

~victoria pettella~


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

~victoria pettella~



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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

*__victoria pettella___*


poems for...Invisible Creatures



So hauntful-glows 

my Faerie-torn heart

wounds -Upon-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 Heart-lay

beneath the Emerald-mound

armoured in metal 

encased in a locked-box

with lost-poems, the Darkest-stars 

and such Lonely-torn-moths

~victoria pettella







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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
~victoria pettella~

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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

~victoria pettella~



All poetry~Victoria Pettella

poems for invisible creatures




POEMS
FOR
INVISIBLE
CREATURES
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Friday, September 16, 2022

Monday, September 12, 2022

I gave my breath to Nebulous Dreamworlds ~1

~ victoria pettella~





Longing for wildflowers


she 
was like the wind
eternal 
and longing
for wildflowers
like a bird 
deepening 
her song
and pouring her 
honey-wings
into the wounds of sunlit 
meadows
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victoria pettella


My dreaming skin


It is the wild lark
pecking through 
my dreaming 
skin
telling me my wounds can fly
telling me my scars 
are thin
biting through 
emerald veins and dead 
flowers
setting fire 
to moon-kissed flesh
in Summer's final 
hours
I have ripped 
myself 
o p e n
so I can climb 
the Autumn trees
My light escaping
the dark bird 
in me
*
victoria pettella

s o l i t u d e


solitude

a beautiful abyss

an exquisite loneliness

a longing for the soul
*
victoria pettella


I gave my breath to nebulous dreamworlds



I swam through 
Night's obsidian heart
Tasted velvet skulls 
and moonflowers
Painted my skin
in the blood-nectar 
of starlight
and gave my breath 
to nebulous dreamworlds
The Moon adorned me
in her most radiant armour
and set me adrift
upon waves
of the Eternal
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victoria pettella




Herbarium


The softening strands 
of existence 
the lasting wounds 
of impermanence
Here... we kissed the dying sunlight
wafting wild from our dreaming lips
luminous threads 
weaving dark flowers 
through our skin

Strange forests, phantom nectars 
steeped in secret 
here.... on the gentle brink 
the blackening cosmos
never told me why
my eyes remember yours

And eternal-sleep came
to taste 
the decadent-haze
of my final breath
the moon... parting my skin 
the sacred chasm-within

Can you see my bouquet of bones? 
my skeletal-pyre burns sweet 
and stains the wind with a lilac-kiss 
I have slipped far past a lingering wave 
a herbarium of invisible flesh
where burning stars 
once lived
victoria pettella



Summer's veil

Where I have been lately..

I have been
Dreaming with the foxgloves 
along Summer's veil
Reading poems
under the ghost-bride 
of moonlight

Chanting as all wild-hearted 
witches do in the forest
Wandering through the towers 
of goldenrod and sorcerer's violet

Offering my soul 
to the rain-soaked gardens
Swallowing the sunlight
in the mossy labyrinth-womb
Standing still in the bones 
of the blue night

Listening to the creatures 
and leaving offerings
Tangling into branches 
searching for wisdom
Sleeping in the ivy 
and waking against the bark

Harvesting mother's greenery 
and weaving new seeds
Letting my spirit dance 
with the never-ending cosmos
Finding my freedom 
in the season of light
~victoria pettella~
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eternal-spiral~skin


one night of fireflies 
and wine I wandered
through the tall sweetgrass
my skin fell away 
into colored shards of mica
the sky swallowed me whole
as though I were an offering
I felt the cosmic mists
take hold and whisper to me 
within
dancing through 
like wild dragonflies
a divine collision,  
spirals and tails
sliding down an endless spell 
of Moons
i carry the memory as a child 
now gone
and still I cling 
to molten stars
still i dream of worlds afar
I never could quite see your face
but it has always belonged 
to my heart
it carved a sacred meadow 
through my soul
and returned me
through spheres of pinks 
and gold
shimmering skins
fastened with light
a vessel pours me back 
to life
starry elixir
stitched into my hand
I awake beneath the Birch, 
glass and sand.
~victoria pettella~


I gave my breath to nebulous dreamworlds

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In my dreams
the Raven 
pecks through
my sleeping heart
and feeds it
to the whirling 
Cosmos
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victoria pettella










The Wild-eyed Moon
Victorious








All poetry ~Victoria Pettella





  
I gave 
my breath
to Nebulous Dreamworlds



Monday, February 28, 2022

seeds of creativity~

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

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*



By Candlelight

By Candlelight

Autumn' sLight

Autumn' sLight

where I have been lately *dream with me here


poeme

poeme

beautiful creatures

beautiful creatures

)0( ***

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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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.

solitary world

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...