C.L.Lloyd

the poetry.

new poetry

  • BE AMARANTH

    So, it begins. From here, I’ll write bold and mighty, wringing the turning cloth of my sacred robe, until Magick sings my name. My kingdom’s worth its weight in gold, here, and on the astral. I’ll whisper the keys that unlock doors youcould never dream, I’ll run my scythe over the bits that have become… Read more

  • Call Home The Witches

    I enter the astral, walk gently across the mirror bridge, to stare death and life, winter and spring, in her beautiful face. May she grant me her well wishes for what may come next. Her scythe moves above, singing songs into the wind, her red string weaving, weaving the heavy fates. The fire growing, burning… Read more

  • Azure blue

    Pass through into night, as the moon rests on the azure blue petals of flowers that open to greet you. Oh, isn’t it you?Master of Thebes, who walks amongst the living, speaking strange enchantments into the hearts of men still unknowing. Khepri turns the globe, glowing smooth up the howling East. Pleasure, joy rapture in… Read more

  • NEW DESERTS

    Clock my magick eyesthat have dared to dream new realms, those open desertswhere my lion’s paw steps with ease.  I’ve come to claim my demons, to lay within the night,knowing it was nevermine to quit but love, and love again in will’s embrace.  Fashioning rituals with heavy perfume, bringing the sense to dance in the astral circle, moving clear through the rules you keep.  See my… Read more

  • DOWN AT THE FOOD BANK

    the lines are longand stretch downthe street. when you getinside, there’sa waiting roomwith chairs andfree books. all the booksare the self-helptype. titles like‘the power ofpositive thinking.’ boy, do we thinkpositively,as the ladiesfill our cart. two bags ofmacaroni,one box ofpowered mashpotatoes,three cans ofbeans. imagine thefeast! we makemagic out ofnon-perishables. walking back homethrough the slush,two bags undereach… Read more

  • WE’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE

    the bills are piling up again, but that’s okay, we’ve been herebefore. old veterans of poverty,the highs when it’s good andthe fridge is half full, and the lightshave stayed on for weeks.and the lows, the lows,when the collection notices come,and the cupboards are bare,and you’ve got to decide betweenthe heat or the electric bill. it’s… Read more

  • A PLACE LIKE THAT

    some nights, wedrive uptowninto the privatecul-de-sacsand stare at the big houses.their windowsbright with theorange glowof finer things we trace ourfingertips overthe rooftopsuntil the tilesdissolve intothe midnightblue. and dream the way dreamersdo with anapartmentfit for two. i turn to youand say,“but whatwould we dowith a placelike that?”“we’d neverkeep up onthe cleaning,”you reply. we laugh, driving offlooking… Read more

  • How Much Rage It Takes To Be This Soft

    Do you crave my wisdom like the salt sea air? Full of ancient riddles, knowing forgotten lands, thick with symbols of the first night on earth. Before the dawn broke and the battles waged, before the relief of light. When you thought fear only lingered in the dark. Before your heart jumped at the shadows… Read more

  • Saloon Sinners

    These days, these long summer days, that swoon to offer memories in fistfuls.  Each moment, a bright and blissful jewel of ecstasy, etched effortlessly, into the time-keepers kaleidoscope stone.  Luscious and lustful, the sun gives a heady smile, grinning at the first sight of June.Tripping blonde rays over green pools of fresh cut grass – and us, laughing, while small birds gift their morning secrets. It is here,… Read more

  • Anemone Coronaria (a poem for gaza)

    Gaza’s dark earth drinks  the blood of it’s own as dog-toothed bombs  bark across an amber sky.  Mother’s bring their rage  to burst through the rubble –  pulling pieces from doom-colored dust,  blossoming green hints of hope against burning bricks of destruction.  Each mouth a sepal.  Each eye a petal.  Each limb a stem.  Every… Read more