Under the silver waters, she waited for his return from Avalon. Excalibur shone eternal, hanging from her side as she dancedin the seaweed when the mermaids would visit. He has slept.His time would again come when England needed him most and she would be by…
Category: Miscellaneous
Thicker Than Water
He and I share the same blood type and later we will share the same last name. By choice I gave him my heart and waited for the indescribable rain. The storm which never came and the tears didn’t fall. I am with him when…
Hour Fifteen: Diana
The moon sees, comes closer He sleeps When he wakes, he wakes to splendour She is brilliance
The Spirit of Oi
The name is ‘Oi’ – if you please! be rid of me and be done with death and disease. The Massai of Kenya doth truly believe, the spirit of an illness lives as its disease cleanse ye house of all’s inside, so that death and…
No Man’s Land (Hour 10)
NO MAN’S LAND Somewhere between sinner and saint, I reject the black and white brainwashing of religion. There’s too much grey to ignore, too much love withheld, and too much judgement cast. I live between the fine line of being lost and found, stumbling closer…
Hour 8
Pools of blue The color of the sky When it is over cast but not cloudy Depth perception A little deceptive that high We know how deep the sea, we float gradually But always rocket into space Pools of blue Gravity pulls Effort is equally…
The Unicorn
A symbol of purity and grace A noble legend was born I speak of none other Than the graceful unicorn. He had a coat so snowy white And a preference for maidens fair The brave would thus assemble Only if they dared. With nets flung…
#15 Myth Revisited
We shall search until we find, all the cities left behind. Floods of water, floods of sand, erased the people, hid the land. The tales are told of near perfection, yet their presence defies detection. From the tales that you have heard, do you believe…
No regrets
Close to a century ago Seems shorter though Eyes wide and ambitions high Adrenaline on over drive
A Garden Walk in August
On a Friday evening in August we walked to the garden in Grandma’s back yard. The children were treated to fresh tomatoes, wrapped in waxed paper, salted by the shaker from the kitchen. Looking forward to walking to the near-by creek where they caught frogs,…