{"id":641,"date":"2006-05-10T18:22:34","date_gmt":"2006-05-10T22:22:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paganpages.org\/content\/?p=600"},"modified":"2008-11-10T18:23:14","modified_gmt":"2008-11-10T22:23:14","slug":"starchild","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/2006\/05\/10\/starchild\/","title":{"rendered":"STARCHILD"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><P><\/p>\n<h3>STARCHILD<\/h3>\n<p><\/P><br \/>\n<BR><br \/>\n<P>Black feathers glint<BR><br \/>\nobsidian eyes<BR><br \/>\nedging the robe<BR><br \/>\nthat adorns your princely figure<BR><br \/>\nlike a crown.<BR><br \/>\nLush mouth<BR><br \/>\nred like blood<BR><br \/>\nred like roses<BR><br \/>\nChocolate eyes rimmed in black<BR><br \/>\nStarry prince<BR><br \/>\nBody of a dancer<BR><br \/>\nHands of an artist<BR><br \/>\nI feel your hands in my soul<BR><br \/>\nYour hands like leaves<BR><br \/>\nYour hands like feathers<BR><br \/>\nYour hands like soft water<BR><br \/>\nYour hands like fur<BR><br \/>\nYour hands like lillies<BR><br \/>\nYour hands like warm shields<BR><br \/>\nYour hands like swords<BR><br \/>\nYour hands like pens<BR><br \/>\nYour hands like smooth stones<BR><br \/>\nYour hands like lathes<BR><br \/>\nYour hands like scythes<BR><br \/>\nYour hands like petals<BR><br \/>\nYour eyes like pools<BR><br \/>\nYour eyes like firedrops<BR><br \/>\nYour eyes like lighening<BR><br \/>\nYour eyes like tomb doors<BR><br \/>\nYour eyes like candles<BR><br \/>\nYour eyes like mouths<BR><br \/>\nYour voice like music<BR><br \/>\nYour voice like thunder<BR><br \/>\nYour voice like old friendship<BR><br \/>\nYour voice like the dawn<BR><br \/>\nYour voice like pressed linen<BR><br \/>\nYour voice like sweet whispers<BR><br \/>\nYour voice like battle shouts<BR><br \/>\nYour voice like crowds<BR><br \/>\nYour voice like medicine<BR><br \/>\nYour mouth like plums<BR><br \/>\nYour mouth like hornets<BR><br \/>\nYour mouth like earth<BR><br \/>\nYour mouth of sharp teeth<BR><br \/>\nYour mouth like wet silver<BR><br \/>\nYour mouth like opals<BR><br \/>\nYour mouth like a furnace<BR><br \/>\nYour mouth like cakes<BR><br \/>\nYour mouth like sweet drink<BR><br \/>\nYour mouth like a reprimand<BR><br \/>\nYour face like mirrors<BR><br \/>\nYour face like souls<BR><br \/>\nYour face like water<BR><br \/>\nYour face like marble<BR><br \/>\nYour face like cotton<BR><br \/>\nYour face like babies<BR><br \/>\nYour face like stars<BR><br \/>\nYour face terrible<BR><br \/>\nYour face wonderful<BR><br \/>\nYou near<BR><br \/>\nYou far<BR><br \/>\nYou within<BR><br \/>\nYou outside<BR><br \/>\nYour you<BR><br \/>\nAs you stand at the door of Everything<BR><br \/>\nin the circus of the soul<BR><br \/>\nin the moment of birth<BR><br \/>\nin the changing of the mind<BR><br \/>\nin the place of passions<BR><br \/>\nin the crater of death<BR><br \/>\nand usher us through.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>***<\/P><br \/>\n<P>author bio:<\/P><\/p>\n<p>Siiri Cressey<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>STARCHILD Black feathers glint obsidian eyes edging the robe that adorns your princely figure like a crown. Lush mouth red like blood red like roses Chocolate eyes rimmed in black Starry prince Body of a dancer Hands of an artist I feel your hands in my soul Your hands like leaves Your hands like feathers Your hands like soft water Your hands like fur Your hands like lillies Your hands like warm shields Your hands like swords Your hands like pens Your hands like smooth stones Your hands like lathes Your hands like scythes Your hands like petals Your eyes like pools Your eyes like firedrops Your eyes like lighening Your eyes like tomb doors Your eyes like candles Your eyes like mouths Your voice like music Your voice like thunder Your voice like old friendship Your voice like the dawn Your voice like pressed linen Your voice like sweet whispers Your voice like battle shouts Your voice like crowds Your voice like medicine Your mouth like plums Your mouth like hornets Your mouth like earth Your mouth of sharp teeth Your mouth like wet silver Your mouth like opals Your mouth like a furnace Your mouth like cakes Your mouth like sweet drink Your mouth like a reprimand Your face like mirrors Your face like souls Your face like water Your face like marble Your face like cotton Your face like babies Your face like stars Your face terrible Your face wonderful You near You far You within You outside Your you As you stand at the door of Everything in the circus of the soul in the moment of birth in the changing of the mind in the place of passions in the crater of death and usher us through. *** author bio: Siiri Cressey<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-641","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/641","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=641"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/641\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=641"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=641"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=641"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}