She Sits

She sits on the sandy ocean front,
Legs crossed, hands resting on her knees,
Resting on her blue jeans to tell a truth,
Her back is straight and her soft blue eyes are closed,
In front of her etched in the sand,
Is a shape, with five points,
In each point of her five pointed shape,
Is a stone,
Encompassing the shape is a circle,
Also etched in the sand,
With a candle, a dish filled with salt, a incense stick, and a cup of water
In the correct positions to cast,
The etched circle is big enough,
To engulf her and the five pointed shape,
She is muttering,
Calling out to her spirit guides,
Calling out to the energies of the world,
To be with her as she sits,

She opens here soft blue eyes,
Looking out to the ocean,
She takes a deep breath in,
And closes her eyes,
She mutters some more words,
I cannot tell you what,
I am too far away
She sits for time,
As the ocean comes in,
Then out,
Ships sail past,
Ignorant males are on a yacht,
Whistling at her,
Typical of them, cant they,
Can’t they just leave her alone?
Leave her to meditate in peace,
Leave her be.

She thanks the energies for coming to her,
Thanks them for protecting her as she sits,
Communicating to the higher energies,
She opens her soft blue eyes, and flicks her long soft brown hair,
That shines in the orange sunset,
She has been there for hours,
Time for her to leave her place,
At the ocean front.

© 2005 – 2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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