The Poetry Marathon

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep”

Secrets witnessed by foliage likely to keep

Cautiously, sliding and sweating I creep

The path to the cave incredibly steep

I stand at the mouth and quietly weep

Then I push the body in, starting with feet.

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep” Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42891/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening)

Carefully collected

In my metal pots and bowls

The gentle rain of summer solstice

I offer a chalice

To my goddess the Morrigan

In thanks for lending me her strength

Three bowls for the cats

Named for Goddesses, All three

They’ve lost their taste for city water

A line of jars

Filled with fresh picked petals

I pour, for moon charged rose water

Don’t waste a drop

My plants drink the remains

And stretch, beginning a new growth cycle

I stand outside

Dancing in the summer downpour

This solstice, I shall do the same

Hello ! This is exciting.