Tag Archives: Prose

Words, words, words,

real and otherwise.

Steps of tourists’ feet,

carrying tales through time.

Chill in ancient echoes,

shattering temples,

cosmos holds the echo.

Nightbird sings;

dark sonnets, white noise,

monsters and the monstrous,

darkness drawn into void.

Vision light on change,

chain of evil, the Devil’s plague.

Keep them guessing,

tis no place for the faint.

Advertisements

No need to keep time,

or note the distance we’ve walked.

We’ll just keep walking.


Texture touched smooth,

surface of a puddle rippled.

Change one more step ahead,

lingering finger to finger

moving wall-to-wall.

Skewed hearts, airy muses,

graves prepped for fall.

Baptism by dew say,

bruises call for ‘holy water’.

balanced sat unbalanced,

excess further from extra old.


Stopped for a moment in sleep;

star touches fingers,

mind crosses thoughts deep.


You search

for song

of one bird,

among

wild birds

there are

many.


Onto back,

turned and

onto back again;

Heading for

the edge

of the world,

don’t walk

so far

you fall

off the edge

of my dream.


A hiraeth is a homesickness: spring waiting with a cure.