When the air warms under silver suns, And the ancient lakes births misty ghosts, Dancing faerie lights in wooded runs, Tease the memories of spring-time hosts, Crowned in past glories of battles won, Feted beyond ephemerals coasts, 'til ragged time makes all things undone, And legends fade to whispers at most, Heard now only upon … Continue reading The Boundary of Tir Na Nog
Old cat yawns awake,Sunlight falls warm on the floor,Maybe one hour more.
Neath amethyst skies,Fairy circles’ flowers bloom,and await her arrival: Twilight-tinged Tulips,and Azure Azaleas, Peek shyly open petals.While Forget-Me-Nots,Rising ‘neath purple clovers,Murmur their dreamy hullos.Only the roses,Dream their purple fantasies,She loves them better that way. Caressing each friend,The Fairy Queen settles in,Neither song nor spell tonight,Just a cup of tea,And the easy grace of friends,For this, the … Continue reading Fairy Queen neath Amethyst Skies
I'm crawling upwards,Clawing out the earth to climb,Throwing others down.
The river flows, calm, Feeding the bay with pale dreams, Transcending mere time. So the world-weary inn guest, Sneaking out to see, Sunrise between her smoke, Blue-gray on red sky, Sees the same gentle vision, As the old soldier, Red-lacquered and defeated, Dreaming of a peace, If not of body, then mind. Prompt: There is … Continue reading Wounds Arrayed In Time
A hot wind carriesThe ambition of my love,This fever, yet unbroken. This dust on the wind,Clouds the judgment of young fools,And makes us all sick with love.
A lonely flower,Blooms bright in the snowy field,Like a long night’s dream.
Seems summer turned on, An old cat purrs to spite me, I sweat to just groan.
My love is too delicate for daylight, like dewy imaginations of misty mornings, the soft, cool breath of falling maple leaves, the hush of grassy murmurs in shallow brooks, or the exultations of a wondrous, witchy child waking to the realization that she is finally home.
Four decades have passed,Through storm, fire, disease, and drought,The maple revived. Shady reflections,Passing atop tall grass seas,A moment's reprieve. The buzzing of bees,And the rustle of petals,Make me long for home. Distant music plays,Voices call from the long past,Summer has begun. An old cat lies down,Languid eyes close for some sleep,Just another day.