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
Tag: Poetry
Sleeping in the midlands
Old cat yawns awake,Sunlight falls warm on the floor,Maybe one hour more.
Of Artists and Passion
She paints in blood and memories,Demanding of herself everything,As her soul is poured over the canvas. He sings his shattered arias,Music crafted in disharmony,His voice cracks to utter such perfection. She writes her poetry while dreaming,The words gifted from forgotten friends,Like a muted plea to be remembered.
Fairy Queen neath Amethyst Skies
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
To Climb the Mountain
I'm crawling upwards,Clawing out the earth to climb,Throwing others down.
Self-Reflections I
Yes, I am a fraud: Covetous and passionate, And yet, dismissive and bored. I am like a child, Who cries and pleads for new toys, And so breaks the ones he has. And so in my fits, My discarded loves grow deep, Even as I grow shallow. How can I accept,The love you tenderly give,When … Continue reading Self-Reflections I
Wounds Arrayed In Time
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
The Summer Sickness
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.
Another Crocus Poem
A lonely flower,Blooms bright in the snowy field,Like a long night’s dream.
The Taste of Apostasy
Blue smoke snakes from dark lips, seductive, The gossamer dress settles, languid, Slender arms cross the scarred space, cruelly, Wrapping around my throat, adoring, Hot tears fall as ruby drops, regret, I am contempt, lusting, delicious.
