A muddy brown path Patches of melting white snow Birds sing in the blue
A Necessary Part of the Proceedings
“Sir Gilbert, on trial for treachery and desertion,” one of his guards announced as they marched him into the bright throne room. He squinted up at the Queen, who stared haughtily back at him, clearly annoyed at the distraction from her leisure activities. “Off with his head,” she said emotionlessly, stifling a yawn. Gilbert’s jaw … Continue reading A Necessary Part of the Proceedings
Titles Are Hard
A carefully crafted poem resists easy description. Too trite and plain or too long with excess diction - neither capture the elegance or the intended message. The reader must be enticed to enjoy the passage. Friends are of little help when all they suggest are the first few words or jokes made in jest. You … Continue reading Titles Are Hard
The Majesty of Ink
I am the ink gliding on the page, loops and lines and dips and dots I am the page that rustles when turned, smooth and white and crisp and bright I am the book that is dog-eared from use, beloved and worn and cherished and torn I am the shelf that safely holds them all … Continue reading The Majesty of Ink
A Serendipitous Discovery
“Where ends the street, there shall we meet,” the slip of paper stated. Jack chuckled, paused his exploration of the old mansion, and followed the road out of town, strolling along until it finally ended at the edge of the forest. A fairy flew down from a tree. “You found my note.” “You can predict … Continue reading A Serendipitous Discovery
Colouring in the Clouds
to write poetry ethereal feelings must be laid bare, and set into concrete words accurately, without loss of detail . we try to pin down clouds, but plainly drawn silver outlines sacrifice the nuance of their texture and colour gradients. it takes skill to turn cartoon statements into realistic poetic description . we try to … Continue reading Colouring in the Clouds
The Secret of the Watch Towers
In the midst of a grove of trees, the crumbling stone walls of the old tower were held in place by a dense blanket of ivy. Just above the trees, the upmost storeys had collapsed unevenly, leaving half of a rounded wall and exposing a floor that was supported only by large, rotting beams. Most … Continue reading The Secret of the Watch Towers
Anti-hero
mirrors and mist reflect and obscure echoed trust twisted, yet pure . shadow and flame vaguely reveal who to blame, assuming it's real . villian or hero scoundrel yet noble misunderstood deeds undermine reason and rhyme . lift the flame to the mirror dispel the shadows and mist examine what remains let the honest truth … Continue reading Anti-hero
Seasonal Changes
Summer evenings view you with a smile and open arms, happy to see you out and about . Winter evenings view you with suspicion over their shoulder, wondering why you’re out and about
Pretense
Isn't it exhausting to fake kindness so constantly? Illusions fade eventually.
