Poetry by Diana Thoresen

About Diana:

Born in St Petersburg, Russia, Diana Thoresen is a Russian-Australian writer who has divided her time between the United States, Russia and Australia. While studying in Philadelphia, she discovered a passion for American poetry and began writing at the age of 15.

Diana is a graduate of St Petersburg State University which has a reputation for having educated the majority of Russia's political elite.

Diana currently resides in Palm Cove, Far North Tropical Queensland, where she's working on a book of poems about crystals, entitled Lavender Dreaming. Her interest in spirituality was sparked by her mother's research into psychotronics and torsion physics. Diana also works as a writer/translator for Spintronics Inc, a free energy research and technology development start-up based on early work of John R. Searl.

Diana Thoresen is an avid reader, photographer, and seeker of knowledge about metaphysics, art, science, ancient civilizations. The Australian night sky provides her with a constant source of inspiration, awe and longing for the ineffable.

Diana's Red Hibiscus FB page is dedicated to PMDD awareness and women’s health.

North of Capricorn

April Lyrid Meteor Showers

The dark mist of the Bruce Highway is
Growing thicker and blacker
I am contracted and constricted

Until a coagulated mass of midnight
Smothers and suffocates me
Only white noise is rousing

My seven headed serpent
From its green moss agate cradle of crickets
Flowering shrubs and eucalyptus trees

I adapt and weave my roots into
Dry fruits and nuts of Virgil's precessions
I am still minute, marsupial, maudlin

My rainforest hindlimbs are still blond and weak
Until the Georgics of genteel sugarcane fields
Prayerfully return me to Hesiod's stars

Each monsoon month dismembers
Whatever remains of self, God and sin
You've entered the emerald princedom

Now every Daintree frog splashes in your bloodstream
Rootless, ethereal epiphytes shout your name
Double-eyed fig parrots squint at your ghost

The morning sun is a big golden laughing Buddha

By Diana Thoresen

April Lyrid Meteor Showers

The stars are falling in

Pictish alphabet swirls

The winter is being conjured in

Goddess-Summer

Hail and farewell

Purity dwells in every sugarcane emerald ray

The Gods abide in the fields and the silent black river

I luxuriate in the feeling of home and the darkness of death

The amber glow within

The heart of the light

Is still in the gentle rain

Each drops inaugurates St Brigid's crown of candles

With the goatskin madness of Lupercalia unchained

I glimpsed a wolf from the fiery realms of Azrael

The Grand Architect of the Universes

Is practicing his tasseography with eucalyptus leaves

The sound of flutes, pan-pipes and dulcimers

Is dancing with the palm trees blowing in the winds

The stars are coming alive in apple beer and mead

Ablaze with glory

The sacred iron falling from the sky ignites a blue flame

...a pentagram over the heart...

And the unity of the entire creation in an event horizon sphere

By Diana Thoresen