rides her broom
across rooftops
dropping sweet figs
upon children of Rome
sigillaria signify magi
mysterious gifts
present human
dimensions of deity
wizened old woman
misled from a manger
takes up the windsong
sweeps clean absolution
through sins yet unborn
rustic faith cleanses
hearth and heart
here where tradition
coheres with epiphany
bridgework that carries
a reverent culture
from old world to new
An old Italian tale put to poem with such panache – you’ve done her justice.
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hope she brings me some goodies
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Reblogged this on hangerfarmpoets and commented:
I really like this … In fact… I like it a lot. G;)
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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You are very welcome, Paul – I like to share our creativity and hopefully inspire others – Grae:)
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Wonderful tale 🙂 you’ve done her justice!!!!!!!
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I appreciate that
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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wow!
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Beautifully writen, Paul!
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thanks kindly
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Perfectly Tolstoy-ish . . .
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Enchantment, sheer enchantment. I love her.
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me, too
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WOW, I didn’t know about her–beautifully word-wrought.
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a much loved folk figure
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I love this one! It offers such hope to us that this old order can be transformed into a new one!
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I’d vote for that
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Its great how every culture have that character. I remember being little and being really scared of the russian version of this..
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it all comes from a common source
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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great poem and love that doll!!! “rustic faith” an especially lovely word choice. 🙂
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thanks kindly
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wow, i LOVE..!
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thanks so much, Steph
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I like this one 🙂 nice one my friend! 🙂
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thanks kindly
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