Sunday, February 26, 2023

Sigils of Love

 
—Illustration by Petrouchka Alexieva
—Poetry by Petrouchka Alexieva, 
Los Angeles, CA
—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain
 
 
 
SIGILS OF LOVE

My heart is a burning candle
Lighting the path to the stars.
The flame chase away the shadows
Of darkness that divides us apart.

My heart is a burning candle
With a name engraved. It’s yours.
The runes carved in sigils draw
The diving moon full of love.

My heart is anointed with petals
Of red roses and lavender scent;
My pulse’s rhythm echoes
The song of a midnight harp.
 
 
 
 


IT IS WEDNESDAY

It is Wednesday
I’m in a hurry to be there
In the same intersection
Of “Heart Boulevard” and “Love Street”
At number 13.

The weather is beautiful,
The sunshine may vary,
But my love is always pristine.

I keep my deep little secret
In a heart of a blossom
Where all my beautiful feelings
Are waiting for you.
Isn’t it awesome?
 
 
 
 


BREATHLESS

Breathless—
When I saw you
for the first time
On the bus stop.
Silly me, I know.

Breathless every time
You’ve walked towards me
On the street.
Breathless, losing my feet
Losing my mind.
Silly me, I know.

Breathless
In all these nights
With desire and passion.
I tried to win your heart.
Poor me, I know.

Brainless
When I cheated on you
Woke up in the morning
Not reckoning the night.
Stupid me, I know.

Now, I am breathless
Seeing you saying “I do”
To someone else,
Somebody new
in your life.
Too late, I know,
But what I can do?
 
 
 
 


THE MOON AND I (Nestinarka)

At midnight,
Like a huge abalone shell
Right above the lilac trees
The moon stopped up there
On the top of the blossoming hill.

Beneath the silent sapphire sky
She was watching me pouring softly
Her milky shimmering light,
Then she covered my naked body
With a cape of velvety stars.

She washed all my feminine sins
And my secretly shared desires
With a morning-innocent mist...
She was there, my sister in crime
Guiding my Nestinarian trance
Landing softly on my weaken palms.

Yes, we did. We, both at once,
Stopped… the time… chanting your name
On the blossoming hill above,
Crossing steps in an oracle dance—

Only us, the moon and I,
Dancing on the oracle fire of love.
 
 
 
 


TANGO FOR TWO

Tango. The music of fire,
of love, lust and desire.

The music that weaves
two bodies in twists and turns;
two bodies step in step
in hot swirling tornado
—face to face,
lips to lips,
hips to hips.

Tango. The music creates
sparkling stars in the eyes;
two galaxies spinning and twirling,
blending in one.

Tango. Two hearts pulsing
in the same flaming beat;
two souls merging in one
breathless
in a rhythm of love.
 
 
 
 


TOUCH ME ONLY WITH A FLOWER

Touch me only with a flower—
Slowly and gently with love.
When I am losing my feminine power;
Show me the path to your heart.

When the sun is glimpsed over my hair
I am still there crying from joy;
Collect my tears in magnolia petal
And drink them all.

Slowly and gently I’ll disappear
in the cool morning mist.
So, touch me only with a flower, My Dear
And… stop the time! Don’t miss!
 
 
 
 


COSMIC SILENCE OF LOVE

The cosmos is silent,
The stars shimmer behind
The floating silver clouds.

The autumn stopped
Counting her fallen leaves.
The early winter is coming
Bringing chills in the dark.

The full Frost Moon is busy charging
Precious stones and ancient sigils
That are carved on the face of the earth.

I gather her celestial dust
In my palms and amass
All blessings of this mystical Universe.

I am chanting to all silent nebulae above.
Tonight, I’m a tiny part
Of this cosmic silence of LOVE.

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Today’s LittleNip:

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.

―William Shakespeare,
A Midsummer Night's Dream

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Signing in with us today as we wind up Love Month (February) is Love Poet Petroucha Alexieva, an American transplant in Los Angeles who was born in Bulgaria and whose poetry first appeared in the Kitchen on 10/12/22. Today she has sent us a collection of her poetry called “Sigils of Love”. A sigil is a seal, signet; sign, word, or device held to have occult power in astrology or magic (https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/sigil).
 
About Nestinarka, Petroucha writes, “In my Bulgarian traditional culture, Nestinarka is a woman who dances barefoot on fire (on live coals) at night, chanting and saying love spells and singing prayers and blessings under the full moon. In my view, LOVE is really a burning fire that we women walk on in life. I am attaching an image and a link to illustrate: https://bulgaria.theiatours.com/national-practices-festivals/nestinarstvo-fire-dancing/.”

Thanks for your poetry today, Petrouchka! Even when February is over, there can never be too much love in the world…

Today’s reading in Camino for Poetry of the Sierra Foothills has been cancelled due to inclement weather. Click UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS at the top of this column for details about this and other future poetry events in the NorCal area—and keep an eye on this link and on the Kitchen for happenings that might pop up (or be cancelled!) during the week.
 
And my apologies for the error in yesterday's posting about the online reading by Molly Fisk and Kim Shuck—I neglected to realize that the time I posted was Central Standard Time, not Pacific. I hope nobody missed the reading because of that.

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—Medusa
 
 
 
 Petrouchka Alexieva






 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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