Magical iron
Stronger than other metals
Surviving fire
Horseshoe mythology born
Hung for protection and gain

Blacksmiths so lucky
Fire and iron masters
Able to heal ills
So said an ancient belief
Tied to elemental lore

Does fortune run out
If horseshoes hung up or down
Holy Grail of luck
Up like a cup for drinking
How strong is superstition…

(c) 2020 Clarissa Simmens, ViataMaja
IMAGE: RichardAlan Studios, Horseshoe Guitar



Palm tree in the fog

Swamp sentinel beyond my fence

A tree since ancient times

Starring in its own mythology

Symbol in the birth of religions

Formerly centered in deserts

Oasis accoutrement

Palms gaining superstitious status

In different parts of the world

Spreading from countries and across the sea

Dried palm for long life

Retaining its leaves

Even after death

A reminder that the past

Is always a part of us

Place a cross of its leaves

On a table during

Raging storms

And lightning will be averted

In Thailand, two palms

Whose names mean

Forsaken and Affliction

Are never grown in a house compound

Sympathetic magic must be avoided

I look at my

Palm tree in the fog

And suddenly feel sure

It is not a swamp sentinel

Forbidding me to enter

But the complete opposite

Guarding me from the

Dangers of the swamp

Allowing frogs and tortoises

Cranes and tiny birds

To grace my yard

But never gators

Or snakes

To cross that line

Into my life

Yes, I do believe

The beautiful and forever palm

Is my gatekeeper…


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)