Seven Sisters

Blast me away from the oak
with its black trunk
and let me sing in the darkness
floating across a glaring blue sky
on my bed in the dead of night.

Let the drops of jupiter in my hair
cast no shadows
vanishing me into a faint mist
of pure white clusters
absolutely safe from the murmuring calls
of wild doves.

Casually lay me in Taurus
as I take immense strides
standing on the brink of a strange world
with my seven sisters, a beautiful reflection
nebula.

Enlightened, let me lead as a hot white star
in the Pleiades
after years of toiling, labouring,
groping in the cold dark,
with nights of disappointment and despair.

Beyond these chasms in dreams there is a real world
truly wonderful indeed.
Joy thrilled my soul as I knew the long journey
was at end, frightened nevermore at the prevalence
of sin and evil.

Theresa likes to write about matters of self-inflection and personal experiences. She likes to write about matters of an out-of body, out-of-mind state, as well as subjects of an idyllic, pagan nature and the occult. Theresa writes horror, as well as concrete gritty and realistic dramas. Theresa is said to be witch and a poet. (within the horror writing community).

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