“The Philosopher’s Stone” by Alexandra Eldridge
iron to gold
profane crucible
blessed with a waive
of ritual hands
incantations escape
words ex-nihilo
drift with mysterious
meter from lips
cowled and bearded
a magus in thrall
elemental elixirs
bequeath immortality
wise with the broth
brewed of secrets
one stone magnum opus
impressed by the ages
immersed in distilled
aqua vitae the rosy cross
waters that washed
the ambitions of ancients
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From my book
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
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no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Poesy plus Polemics 
paints a picture in my mind.. love the description and imagery
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many thanks
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Every line a ‘title’…together a sublime poem.
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cheers, mike
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I love you poem!
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thanks kindly
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Fantastic poem 🙂
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thanks kindly
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