Scrying

The glass sits before me with reflective muse,
as if deciding if earnest or a ruse,
and soon the razor sharp reflections wane,
as mist like a morning chill relays the beginning.
Swirling white and formless,
my attention honed in wait,
as shapes begin to appear, at first all scrambled,
my eyes unblinking, anticipation ambling to change.
Unexpectedly I fall, as if into a dark void beneath,
and visions quickly follow
as my mind begins to reap the passing scenes,
the reams of quick changing flickers.
I am elsewhere, numb and disembodied,
floating aimlessly yet afire with visions,
past and future etched in misted time,
profusely line my broadened perspective.
Faces come and go, familiar yet unknown,
circumstances flaunted, and secrets yet sewn,
and I see myself, strangled by moments,
that I just cannot let go.
In a rush I find myself in a neighbours home,
a cruel and abusive husband,
is wielding fear by threats and lies
to show who has control.
And I see a family lost to manipulation,
feeding on the untruths of a narcissistic mind,
gathering in accepted hatred,
yielding to their own dark ruse.
The visions rush by like a torrent,
surging with such ferocity, I can barely cope,
as in but a second I rise from this misted cell,
and assume my physical body, at the edge of this slope.
The glass becomes clear once more,
the mist within receded,
and my heart is thumping, my head is aching,
and feeling displaced I sigh with relief,
my mind now conceded.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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Scrying is something I have not done in years. I have used the pendulum for several years now and find it very accurate. Well penned verse, Tony.
Glad you enjoyed it Phyllis, take care.
Scrying is something ive never done before. Ive never got into the mystical side of supernatural before. Sounds trying and intense. Nice work my friend.
Much appreciated Paul. Cheers!