In fiery tongues of the ancient fireling,Dances the ghost of the Magician's Daughter,and her paramour, the starry-eyed Owl King,Their zephyrus song-revelry growing louder,Summon shadow-laughter, crackling kindling,While the warlock trapped weeps to be without her,Her, who lies in darkness, unseen fate-weaving,Whisper prayers for forgiveness in spring showers,Magic made real only through painful living.
Tag: Poetry
Into the Wood
The deep woods beckoning me to wander, Draw me into the dark depths, to blindly blunder, Into the rippling, billowing shadow falling under, So I stare, enthralled and rapt with misty wonder, The silence singing in my ears, a deafening thunder, When sudden claws tears my rapture asunder, Catching hold of my thoughts in horror, … Continue reading Into the Wood
Fragmented Words
After all is said and done, will my fragmented words mean anything, to anyone?
Adrift the Sea of Creativity
I am adrift the currents of my own creativity,A shattered moon overhead, looming despondently,Gleaming on the glassy surface of these calm seas,I breathe in the stars with shuddering ecstasy,And dive down into the unfathomable deeps,Harvesting glimmering pearls of my fantasies,Clinging like barnacles to shipwrecked stories,Full of potential, romantic, tragic, dreamy,But I dare not linger too … Continue reading Adrift the Sea of Creativity
Unintended Poetry
There is an arrangement of flowers on the small patio across from me,A collection of red Tulips and silvery Lilies, well-tended and orderly,I have never seen the owner, but their commitment was clear to see,Inspired, I planted some flowers of my own, Fuchsias and Pansies,So I was a touch shocked to see, over the course … Continue reading Unintended Poetry
In Abjurum
As the stone grows worn from the endless rains, It recalls a time before the lands had names, Before the tall trees were torn down and chained, When the wild things roamed alive and untamed, Living to be free, unyoked, without shame, Such was the way of things, the cycle maintained Until one day They … Continue reading In Abjurum
A Peace that Comes with Rain
Eyes uplifted to distant starry heavens,As rain, like the mercy of an unkind god,Mingles with the naked, innocent tearsOf the ignorant, the pitiful, the unloved,Washes away the pain of living.
A Writer’s Curse
There are frightful ailments innumerable,to which writers are often susceptible:Writer's Block, Carpel Tunnel, Hot Cornea,but most dreaded is Partum non Eximia,that terrible disease called the Writer's Curse.It's when you've written something brilliant,But someone else did it better, first.
Hollow feelings at the end
The book closes, done,Another story complete,The mythic arc ends,The hero's journey over,Yet here I am, incomplete.
Spring snow in the garden
My garden is white,Blanketed in sudden snow,As the breathless frost,Kissed my poor, surprised flowers,Now, delicate statuettes.
Discarded Recollections 