Bewitched pigs
flaming leaves
bent, twisted twigs,
a wind which weaves,
mourns, moans of melody
haunts with its poetry
hand-in-hand you-and-me
walking a gold-coin trimmed alley
through the cold veil of autumn.
All this heat and symmetry
remembered, how the
breath peals, wreathed in mist
encircling this
sacred geometry.
Today is heavy:
Rain falls and you aren’t here
I call up the crystal screen
stare hard into and
through the ubiquitous ether,
hover a finger
conjure you hither.
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Sharing with earthweal’s Open Link Weekend #141.
Experiments in Fiction 
Dear Ingrid,
Thank you for composing a somewhat sentimental poem with longing emotions. I love your rhyme scheme.
Do those beautifully coloured leaves belong to a begonia?
Yours sincerely,
SoundEagle
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Thank you, SoundEagle! This could well be the case – I am afraid my knowledge of plants is rather basic 😳 I liked the colours 😊
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Dear Ingrid,
Thank you for your reply. Did you photograph the begonia?
By the way, our begonia society is having a one-day sale/show today. You can find out and see a lot of beautiful begonias at the Queensland Begonia Society website that I created and maintain at
https://queenslandbegonia.wordpress.com
Please enjoy!
Yours sincerely,
SoundEagle
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How beautiful! Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I did indeed photograph this one 😊
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Dear Ingrid,
I now realize that you are as good a photographer as you are a poet!
I hope that someone can identify this gorgeous begonia.
Yours sincerely,
SoundEagle
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Thank you kindly 🙏 I tried to identify it with my iNaturalist app, but to no avail! I am sure someone out there will know what it is…
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Dear Ingrid,
The fourth line of your poem “a wind which weaves,” reminds me of my once naming a rhizomatous begonia (bred by one of the members of our society) as “Dream Weave”.
Yours sincerely,
SoundEagle
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a wind which weaves,
mourns, moans of melody
haunts with its poetry – that is so atmospheric!!!
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Thank you Rajani!
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You cast a spell with this beautiful, lyrical, full of longing verse. ❤️
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Thanks Punam 🪄
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You are welcome.
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I loved the coloured leaves too but like you, didn’t know their name. The poem is an enchanting mix of love and longing.
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I am glad you enjoyed them Suzanne.
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Autumn–colors, spells, and longing. I love how you wove them all together!
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Thanks Merril 😊
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You’re welcome, Ingrid! 😊
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Amazing piece, Ingrid. Love it.💕
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Thank you so much Grace! 💖
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My pleasure, Ingrid.💕
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Lovely rhythm and rhyme!
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Thank you!
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I love the wind that moans of melody. Great poem Ingrid!
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Thank you Kim!
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Many ways to conjure these days…(K)
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So true!
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‘gold-coin trimmed alley’
this + other magic summoned = ♥ ♠ ♣ ♦
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heartfelt and touching with your flow of words and beautiful poetry woven .
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“walking a gold-coin trimmed alley
through the cold veil of autumn.”
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Thank you Cindy: we all need a little sparkle in our lives 😊💖
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How wonderful the feelings are that I get from this poem. Beautiful, Ingrid.
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Thank you so much Jeff!
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Poignant and moving. I like the hovering finger, ready to conjure!
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Thank you, Sherry! It is the season…
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Delightful witchiness.
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Thank you!
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Fantastic phrasing and the ending! 💓
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Glad you enjoyed this Michele 😊
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Very much! Beautiful writing.
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The first stanza casts a powerful spell into which yearning finds its full magnitude. Everything that follows is so hugely arched by it.
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Thank you Brendan.
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The use of the back vowels helps create a mood! Nicely crafted!
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Thank you for picking out this detail, Barbara!
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Wonderful sonics!
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Gorgeous, rich poem Ingrid! Haven’t seen you much at the Dverse pub lately. Hope all is well with you ☺️
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Thank you, Christine: I’m just super busy with work 😅 I hope to be back in the New Year 😊
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I like to check in with others so thanks for letting me know you’re ok. I’m happy you’re working and staying busy. ☺️💕
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Always 😅 I hope you are well too, Christine 🙏❤️
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Time, season and the heart work their joint magic here. I love this spell.
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My kind of poetry!! Stirring words that drew me in – pure magic! 🪄
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Thanks so much Tricia 😊
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Welcome! 💓
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Loving this timely write! The imagery is so moving and vivid. <3
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Thank you Jaya! ❤️
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Ingrid,
I like the theme of connects in your poem. Connection to nature and connect to another human. Both are so deeply needed. These are the lines that most spoke to me.
Wishing you a beautiful day.
“All this heat and symmetry
remembered, how the
breath peals, wreathed in mist
encircling this
sacred geometry.”
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Thank you Ali 🙏
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What a beautiful poem, Ingrid! I love the wistful quality and the exquisite imagery! <3
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Thank you so much Cheryl!
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Wonderful vivid imagery, Ingrid! Lovely descriptions throughout :)
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Thank you Tom!
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