Rapunzel they called him,  Rapunzel he was, A prince to some, a common son of a baker to others But they never asked him where he came from. His golden locks were too distracting, His soft features confusing He often sent suitors weeping when they…

Hour 1 Write a poem about being in water. It can be about swimming, the shower, a bath, the rain, etc. Blub… Blub… Bubble, Burst Rising to  the surface With water all around It’s difficult, like fighting syrup To keep your head above ground The…

I was hit in the eye by a humming bird’s wing It gave me the power to see unseen things The floating of fae The angels on their way Even the demons at play (Though that one brings dismay) I saw the pain in your…

There’s a better place than here, I said. It’s at least twelve times prettier, And it has twelve days in every week. There are twelve rainbows after every storm Instead of, maybe, only three. The hourglasses are twelve hours long, I reminded him, Just like…

There’s A Place The land is green As far as one can see. High upon a hill He stands almost still. Behind the handsome loving one Lit by the shining sun … Is my castle true, Red brick and lavender blue. It’s a storybook home,…

I sat on an old wishing chair A whining, rickety one at that I said, “To Paris, away with flair But it stood there looking like a doormat ” Fly”, I said, “or i’ll thrash you without care” “I must see Notre Dame and the…

The lovers took to the mountain and lay under the sun in the grass, his hand on her thigh. She said, I cannot surrender a gift so precious but this memory will be yours to keep. She laid his hand on her breast. The sweet…

WINGS I envy eagles and butterflies, I envy ravens and bumblebees. I envy all creatures born with the gift of flight. I achingly long to have wings of my own. Feathery but strong as steel, iridescent purple, blue and white. Wings as beautiful and fierce…

OUT YONDER Hours, days, years, move too quickly, as I endlessly try to befriend the hands of time. Beseeching it, bargaining, pleading, placating, but to no avail. Time is not a mortal’s friend. We are bound by it, bound to it – an infinite construct…

lost track i know there’ll be talk among the brotherhood lots of peppy upbeat talk (cos that the sort of eternally optimistic perpetually irritating numnuts they all are) of roads going ever on & journeys of a 1000 miles — but all it means to…