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Goddess of the Mist

Beautiful Fall Day


Ain't nothin' like wakin' up to the sound of chain saws buzzin' right across the street from the house.  A little bit later on, as I'm headed to the back yard for a little privacy, I'm greeted to the sight of a guy on his roof in the house behind.  He's up there because his roof is covered with pine needles from all the pines on that side of his house.  He's got his blower up there, for God's sake, and is trying to blow these HUGE clumps of pine needles off his roof.  They are too big, even for the blower, proving yet again that blowers are not always the best tool for the job (though the entire neighborhood seems to think otherwise)!  Meantime, he's staring straight down into my backyard, as well.  So no privacy to be found there!  Haha, a couple minutes later, his wife (or someone on the ground) must have thrown him up a rake, because now not only is he up there in his flipflops trying to do all this - he is also having to set the blower down somewhere and take up the rake.  Within five minutes, he's got the roof cleared.  Wow.  Could've avoided the whole blower fiasco by just starting out with the rake.  And thus ends my rant about blowers for today.  They are nothing but noise pollution! :)

Besides that, it's a gorgeous Fall day here in North Florida.  People from elsewhere may not realize that there is some changing of seasons here in these parts.  Even when I lived further south, in Clearwater, there was still that change in the air.  I can remember bicycling on the Pinellas Trail (which I miss SO much) on October days down there.  Everything would have this beautiful, golden tinge.  Just as it does in other areas in October.  Just lovely, and still so warm and pretty!  I'm not one to take a lot of pictures, but I think I'll start carrying around my camera more often when I'm out on walks.  Capture some more nature shots!  (I did not take the above picture, btw., but you get the idea!)

Speaking of walks - I've been "down in the back" almost all week!  Haha!  I've never even used that phrase till this week!  And believe me, this has been no laughing matter!  Last Sunday, I did some new kind of workout that I had downloaded on my phone.  At first, the moves seemed simple, but when I was done I could feel it!  One of the moves was to simply sit towards the edge of your chair, lift your legs, and basically bicycle your legs out in front of you for a certain number of counts.  DO NOT TRY THIS MOVE unless you are absolutely certain your lower back is going to be okay with it, and/or you are used to a move like this!!  I didn't think at the time that it was a big deal for me.  I work out almost every day, so I'm pretty confident when I do stuff like this.  Well, the next day, my hip and lower back area were feeling kinda stiff, so I decided to do a hips, buns and thighs workout (bellydance style).  It went fine.  The day after that, I went on my usual 4 mile walk.  Wednesday morning I woke up barely able to move.  Excruciating pain in my lower back and basically all through my hip area!!!  It's been a really rough week, and I haven't felt pain like this in a very long time.  I've been trying to take it a little easy (mostly not through any choice of my own), and have been trying to override the pain with my mind.  It's about the fifth day of this now, and it is definitely getting better, but definitely nowhere near 100%.  What's funny is that I may have jinxed myself!  In a conversation not long ago, I talked about how I only ever get sore in my upper back, between my should blades, but usually never in my lower back!  Ha!  So much for that!

This week I learned that pain can do some weird things to the mind.  I also learned that getting more sleep seems to improve the eyesight!  That was a happy revelation!  So I am aiming for 7 hours per night, which is something for this night owl!  Speaking of a beautiful Fall day, I need to get out there in it!  Have a wonderful day!  

Goddess of the Mist

The Darkness



The darkness in my hair

brings out the darkness in my eyes

brings out the darkness in your stare

behind your innocent disguise


What used to be all light and sunny; never

A funeral pyre that’s forever

We could think on all that’s lost

regardless of the cost

but the point would be moot and fruitless, ever after


Let it burn, why don’t you?

Live and learn, I’ll hold you

while the spirit dwindles down

to the dust, back to the ground

and the things you thought forever seek to fool you,

a love you thought so fast to once control you


What’s over now has taken its last bow:

memories in your sleep to enfold you

the darkness you were warned is upon you




poem © Goddess of the Mist








Goddess of the Mist



Through a rift in the atmosphere, found with a purpose

still so enthralled, the angel crawls

to the edge of the night

and looks down

Hell is as much a metaphor in heaven as it is on Earth:

“Close enough,” he decides, as he surveys what he’s found


Earthly delights are what he’s after

smoking and drinking; music and laughter

He thinks of himself as a rogue player, wandering adventurer

heartbreaking slayer


The ladies adore him, his rugged handsomeness

irresistible charm

his smooth caress

With his wings folded tight, he can blend right in

among the cacophony of celebration

the nightlife and parties, the sin


You see, he grows bored with heaven

all its pureness, so tame

He craves the soiled imperfections

the struggle and the game

Which is why he often finds himself in a lovely stranger’s bed

enjoying earthly pleasures; letting his passions be fed


Sometimes his wings are discovered - with shocked delight and glee!

But until the morning light they are difficult to see

Which is why before the dawn returns

he must make his exit swift,

his lover sleepily calling, “Gabe…..”

as his wings give him lift




©Goddess of the Mist





Goddess of the Mist




She is cursed to always crave

master to the slave

bloodstone to the master

cradle to the grave


He guards his wicked treasure

twilight to the dawn

with a selfishness so absolute

sharing with no one


A drop or two won’t satiate




It leaves her empty, unfulfilled

left to wonder moonlit fields

barren plains of a love gone wrong

a mere shadow of feelings, once so strong

desiring attention of a certain kind

left to search but never find


A price to pay – a guide to take her there

to his warmth

his wild lair


The path is tangled, craggy and steep;

the mountains are high and the rivers deep

Frigid winds carry snow that blinds her eyes

still, she senses reward, fortune, her prize


It is with a relief so pure, so humble, so sweet

when he is awakened from his sleep

and then he gives her what she craves:

Bloodstone to the master

cradle to the grave


You fill my cup…

forever your slave




poem © Goddess of the Mist 









Goddess of the Mist

A Night Time Stroll



In honor of a night time stroll

I won’t let you down; you should say no more!

Here, take my hand.  Let’s walk out this door

to be young again, like we did before…


The air will be warm, a balmy night

We’ll grab beers to go and a smoke to light

As we make our way down an empty street

moon light, flood light, crickets on repeat


At the end right there an ancient house stands

old as can be and many times changed hands

I dare you, you dare me:  should we go inside?

But we both know we will, we’ve nothing to hide


It’s a sinister place, though, and shadowy too

you win some, you lose some – and this place was through

We make it as far as the front drawing room

creaking and cracking; apprehension-filled gloom


Spiraled stairs wind their way to where no one should stay

dusty spirals looming in historic disarray

we don’t dare ascend as the floors may give way

our hearts beating faster; shadows tremble and sway


A moment to kiss, take a swig and a smoke

the excitement we share from our spooky little joke

We keep quiet for reasons we don’t even know

it was fun while it lasted, but it’s time to go!


A blood moon is calling, a lunar rip tide

Hold my hand, hold on tight – an excitement filled ride!

Ride the waves with me, kiss the stars

The night time is ours!


Be my scary little darling; my night time delight

May the morning never come, make it last all night

We want to live in it, breathe it in

You make everything all right.


poem © Goddess of the Mist




Goddess of the Mist

Devil Kisses



Born of the devil’s kiss, an aching in her soul

her skin not clear but exquisitely marked

for the devil liked her very much – did he

Showering her, blanketing her from head to toe with hot, desiring kisses

The kiss of life, the kiss of death

leaving small, charcoal evidences behind wherever he touched

like tiny bruises that went deeper than they appeared

For they looked like shallow things, only they were much more profound

sinking down to her very being

And when as a child she wondered very much on the origin of the symbols

and the implications

Well, then her grandmother told her, “Those are devil kisses – he must like you very much!”

So she lay in her bed at night, just a little sweaty and fearful; imagining...

Would the devil himself show up; and did he love her?

Later, through times of strife, she wished he would show up

to explain a few things

then again, maybe he did

In the form of a cruel lover; revealing to her things like deceit, jealousy and revenge!

Ah, but those are merely earthly things, she thinks…

since she knows the devil must have more important occupations to fill his time

And every now and then she can feel the scorching from deep within,

The mark – an indicator and sign

of something so much more

And be it evil or benign

it is there all the same

as she looks out upon the world with a burning gaze 

Beauty without; the devil within.


© Goddess of the Mist


Goddess of the Mist

Black Witch Moth

I sensed it before I ever saw it.  It was a the dog days of summer, a muggy, boggy night in September of 2016.  Not quite Summer anymore, but not quite Fall yet either.  I had stepped outside into the evening, and as I walked under the carport toward the front yard, I sensed a presence.  Now, there's a kind of hidden passage back there that makes me nervous sometimes at night.  Only because it's so dark, but I often think of that Night Stalker guy, Richard Ramirez.  About how he would wait in the dark for these ladies to get out of their cars, hiding in garages and such.  Very creepy.  Either way, there was something there and I could feel it.  Suddenly, I saw a large, dark shadow.  My eyes were pulled toward the "ceiling" of the overhang, about a two and a half foot space.  

At first I thought it was a bat.  But a bat doesn't spread out like that; it'd be hanging.  Chills crept up the back of my neck, and I went in for a flashlight.  Back with my light stick in hand, and with apprehension, I directed the beam toward what I thought I had seen before.  There, right above me, was the largest moth I had ever seen!  I mean, he wasn't just a moth, he was an entity.  I gave him some respect by trying not to shine the light directly at him since he seemed to like the night.  He'd had a hard knock life, it seemed, with his tattered wings and all.  When I finally got my eyefull of him, I knew I had to find out what kind he was.

So I did some moth research, and found out that what I'd seen was most likely the majestic Black Witch Moth.  They say these guys have about a seven inch wing span, but the one I'd seen could have easily been a foot across.  I'm in the Florida Panhandle where they don't seem to be quite as common as places like Texas.  My Louisiana guy says he's seen them before there.  But had never seen one before in my life.  Apparently they can be symbolic and can mean varying things.  I tend toward ignoring the darker meanings and focusing on the more positive ones.  There was something else about them being lucky.  Or possibly representing change.  Honestly, I'm sort of big on the whole signs and symbols thing.  Not that I believe that's how the universe works, but I do give some credit where it's due.  In fact, my life did begin to change around this time, in both big and subtle ways.  

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