Three hundred years before
And still the forest heals its wounds,
From man-made, blazing fire
Sending elders to their tombs.
Atop the branches, Sentries
Sound the battle raging horns,
As humans storm through branches,
Weaving in-between the thorns.
Continue reading “Arden Lore”
Where moon that shone so bright above,
Would set alight the darkening sky,
Revealed the monster with no love
Within his heart, unbeknownst why,
That always hunted through the night.
Finding time for creative endeavors has always been something that I’ve struggled with. Between work, study, family, friends, partners etc. it can be difficult to find time to get away and sit quietly for an hour or two, or more, and work on whatever it is that requires my attention. Then there’s the issue of guilt. Am I spending too much time trying to get away from people, when I should be spending that time with them, and patiently putting the writing to one side while I wait for the right time?
Across the highlands,
‘top his horse,
Despite all tries
To stray his course,
With poisoned maiden
At his back,
He would not stop
‘Till daylight crack. Continue reading “Forest of Life”
At the Inn of Ill Omen
He struggled with sleep,
His reason for hiding
To himself he’d keep.
As the days turned to weeks,
In the cellar he lay,
With nothing but rats
That shared with him their hay. Continue reading “Sanguine, my Brother”
And how am I supposed to know,
Of just how sweet this fruit should grow?
The fruit that takes the spiked and sheltered
Branch above my head.
The simple fact is, I should not.
For in this field where they be got,
The only thoughts permitted are
Those written but not read. Continue reading “Forbidden Fruit”
Through large arched windows
Mountains stroke clouds in the distance.
A magical presence
Filters through earth and sky.
Trees of the forest grow from spirits passed. Continue reading “Retired Wizard”
As I walked the concrete path
Of Human presence aftermath –
A sound pulled me from reverie
And teased my ears a peak. Continue reading “Guitar Man”
The sun was alight
‘bove the shimmering fields
Of rays hitting virtuous sea.
With eyes of delight,
I boarded my freedom
And rescued who waited for me. Continue reading “Island Legend”
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