1. The Life of Imogen Crest

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Incense mystified the enigmatic
halls where I once roamed,
a novice, dressed in
robes.

By book, my scroll,
my pen and dark ink,
my wayward hound and cat,
my pillow of spun silk in red,
the fragrant
rose of lavender.

I am a frieze on
a plastered wall,
still wandering
in my halls and alleys,
cloistered there,
to surmise, not judge.

I am neither you
nor I, cast
of many colours
and skeins.
You might see me
in a tapestry of days?

I saw the rose beginning to
bloom,
I saw the stone on the
tomb,
I saw my knight
laid still,
Rusty hill.

Tonight I think
to spin straw
into gold,
and drop my
silken locks,
on some
poor merchant's sill.

Yours, if only for now, -
Imogen Crest.
copyright Monika Roleff 2005.

2. Imogen Mourns Beauty

In a fortress of old,
lavish white stones,
long, long ago,
a white dagger
was swathed in a black
sheath.

Beauty had no
knowledge of this,
I watched her become
enslaved to the Prince,
given, for no price at
all, yet her bounty was
considerable.

I hid, in the cracks
of the parchment
that sealed their vows.
A sylph of rainbows,
an innocent smile,
and there,
the white dagger
emerged.

Her colours were
gone, - I clutched
my bright skeins
in fear of losing them too,
- such was my soul's shock,
at seeing it done,
before my unseen eyes.

I know not what
became of them, but I
heard her name had
changed to reflect one colour -
that's all - and heard
the deafening sound of
the wailing wall.

Yours, if only for now,
- Imogen Crest.
copyright Monika Roleff 2005.

3. Imogen Crest takes to the Hermitage

The harried halls,
the market stalls,
the many balls,
the crying calls -
enough!

Weary of the
corridor of war,
through history,
I take to the
hermitage.

I sit and learn
what is of value,
thought of as odd
to spend time in
myself as One.

The oak shields
my stone sill, the
eagle sits on the
tower, the wind
brings a banner
of gifts to me.

Odd it is not -
to seek what is
true. It is odd
not to, if
you know what I
do.

Yours, if only for now,
- Imogen Crest.

copyright Monika Roleff 2005.

December 7 2005

A Path for the Heart
Avalon Beckons
presented by Imogen Crest - Hermit

"Solitude renews the mind, just like a walk in the woods or the park. Nature sustains us. Where would we be without trees? Colours also resonate to different parts of us -- see which part of the body the colours relate back to on the photos to the right. Colour healing is widely known to be affective. Call back your solitude and go within, or explore outside, taking a good look at the colours around you. The flowers seem to beckon. Call back your colours. Which colours call to you? Look at the different chakra colours and see them reflected in yourself. The results can be quite amazing. Note them down in your journal and do a collage with your colours in any medium. You may decide to keep a colour diary. And repeat often, results can change with different times....it's all part of the same journey, the path of the heart."

To join the Hermitage and work with Imogen Crest email heatherblakey@iprimus.com.au with the subject line 'Please invite me to the Hermitage'

copyright word and image Monika Roleff 2005.