To wed a mortal man
Indaatrix did implore
The goddess of all man,
The goddess great and fair
Beseechingly she knelt,
And set forth her plight
Her heart she said would melt,
So against the laws she’d fight.
little red owl
Come, king’s daughter, little red owl
Away from the dogs that at night prowl
From your mother’s worn out heart
Wash off her kisses, love, and restart
To your brothers bid forever adieu
This shall be the only path for you
Soldier for the Truth
Here is my heart, hammering steady in my chest
A drum beating out in defiance to all the lies
Giving voice to the Truth, saying earth is blest
By this most Holy Infant’s purest, softest cries
For you, Ms. Diane
The world and I
The world and I played together in the fountain,
Grew old together, and climbed many a mountain
Saw Havoc reek the great wars on mankind
Sheltered from rain under bushes and played hide-&-find
The Constellation of This Mind
Mem’ries spiral outward, each drenched in love and pain,
Hope running through one and all as a strong vein,
Each interconnected by spiderwebs fine
Dipped in vinegar-honey and soaked in wine.
does not belong
A soldier’s dying breath, iced by the crisp evening air
Caught in a flask of fresh blown glass
Hid deep in the dragon’s lair
Lullaby sang in Cortos
“Softly softly lay thy head
Down upon thy cotton bed
Sleep now sleep now child of mine
Guarded by the Hand Divine
Let thy mind now wander free
Through the autumn apple-trees
Light upon the boat so small
Row on down the waterfall
Drift on down the living stream
Set thy bow for the Ocean’s dream.”
(Cortos is a fictional country in my most recent novel Tears and a Starlit Sky)
my attic
Tread careful, curious one
Upon these dusty floors
It has been an age and more
Since a soul came through this door
And saw my heart undone
Moss and Cobblestone
My first attempt at a Sestina
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