Neophyte watcher
a mission to be there
participating
recording responses
crosses a threshold
to a looking glass world,
everything’s strange,
even the sun
feels more intense.
The neophyte steps
through spirals,
triangular conversations
with unspoken rules
easily breached;
jumps through clouds
loses sight of the shaman
in the mist alongside.
Thought tendrils snaking
towards rosy boundaries,
mirror projections
singing siren songs,
invoking a place
where all is familiar
and there are no companions
and no going back.
Sharp hiss of air,
a strong hand clasp
awakens the neophyte
immersed in deep clouds;
the mirror dissolves,
projections fall,
the others return,
in a circle they land.
Marousia 
Some unusal imagry here, M. Enviable! Just love it…
strong images, I agree ~
i like these lines ~
Sharp hiss of air,
a strong hand clasp
awakens the neophyte
immersed in deep clouds;
Thank you 🙂
through the looking glass is a fun place to go…though can result in a rude awakening…smiles. nice ver marousia
Mysterious poem. Will have to read it a few times.
Have revised it so hopefully now it is less mysterious 🙂
Great word pics you’ve used.
I love the journey into the hidden, the mystical, and the care in the descriptions that make it all seem dreamlike but real. The last lines of the third stanza are eloquent, and the whole piece tightly written. Enjoyed it, marousia.
So pleased it took you somewhere
reminded me of Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga’Hoole. it’s great in 3D. if u saw it, u’d know why it reminded me of the movie.
No I haven’t seen the Legend of the Guardians – I shall look out for it
Great story feel to this write. Does take one through the looking glass or cast one upon their own reflection. Wonderfully written!
Haha that is the question 🙂
Marousia…this definitely messed with my head. I am going to have to sit in the imagery (the shubbery!) for a while.
But one thing: it intrigues….definitely.
I felt like I was flying through thick fog for some reason, but the transporting element is very strong!
Lady Nyo
the circle is a mystical place indeed….this is an enchanted write 🙂
Loved that last stanza…intriguing poem! 🙂
‘The mirror dissolves, projections fall’ – total silk wrapping for my mind.
so do they travel in their bodies, minds, astral projection? {don’t tell me.}
“Thought tendrils snaking
towards rosy boundaries,
mirror projections
singing siren songs,”
striking imagery! i love how you described everything from the viewpoint of the neophyte. wonderful writing, marousia! ♥