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She Be a Poet: New Moon & Cherry Tea

New moon you came along tonight with messages confused.

You told me what you dream of, once again you left me bruised.

New moon I put the kettle on, it whistled while I bled.

New moon your brew was bitter-sweet, I choose Cherry Tea instead.

Hot and sometimes scolding, test me by temperature.

I learn to wait for tepid eau , burned mouth there is no cure.

New moon you have a way with words they trickle down my cup,

But cherry won’t allow for waste,

Crimson sweetness won’t give up.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

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She Be a Poet: Mystery Maker

Mystery in the making from opening my eyes
Knowing deep within my soul the secret there it lies
You won’t believe me when I say I’m ok not confused
You labelled me and there it stuck between my high-heeled shoes.

Mystery unravelling, blowing subtle breeze
Uncoiled and ready for the sun, sand grains caress my knees
What I can see may not be clear for vultures poised to taint
The present, an artists canvas, eager for me to paint.

I can tell what they remember so my mystery remains
Intuition like mighty Hercules, strong, refusing to wane
Speak to those who listen, they often tell us this
All ears at your first sentence, then kill you, deadly kiss.

My mystery is all I have it keeps my mind from madness
My dreams you know are safely kept, no drama or endless sadness.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

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She Be a Poet: Sweet Roses

Sweet smelling roses undiluted fragrant flare,

My nostrils drunk on petals floating on polluted air.

Sweet smelling roses where angels dare to tread,

Brave are they who tip toe around my giddy head.

Sweet smelling roses, God, he must be near,

Gently whispered scents they flow, I listen, I can hear.

Sweet smell of roses I close my eyes to see,

Perfectly formed bloom appears to me.

Sweet smelling roses, sprinkled, they tickle my soul,

Once a bud in this life, now grown, I am whole.

@Michelle Sotiriou 2014

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Mountains and Metaphors – Have You Reached Your Peak?

With there being so much hostility and division in the world, I wonder if there is at least one thing that religious and mythological stories have in common? A God or Goddess is the obvious answer but there is another link that comes to my mind.

This common denominator is tall, robust, sturdy and when reached can take you to new heights. Not made of blood or bones but from elements born from this Earth of ALL of ours. Whilst the world and the beliefs of its inhabitants change at an alarming rate, there are mountains that can’t be moved.

Mount Sinai, Mount Olympus and Mount Zion (to name a few) will bring you closer to God if you reach their heady snow laden tops according to scriptures dating back thousands of years. This mountain metaphor is an interesting one and prompts theologists, scientists, spiritualists and atheists to ask questions and passionately debate the origins of the mountainous myth.

Most of us hold on to myths because they somehow fit within our own level of thinking, feelings and make up part of our family fabric. Reaching your peak however, is no myth but a fact. It is a fact that we are all trying to rise without a harness or net to fall into if we loosen our grip. It is also a fact that the epic and romantic stories of the past see one person starting out alone but ending the journey with a multitude of people by their side.

People will fall, lose their footing, have their sight inhibited by storms and freak conditions. Some will look at the mountain and think, “Not today”. Inquisitive others will look up, unable to see the top through the clouds and wonder what they will find when they get there.

Not everything is as it seems and there are disappointments when you realise something is not how you imagined, no one said the mountain would be kind but it’s worth the journey, experience and may even surprise you.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014