Her sandstone walls were high and mighty. What dark spell could render a place so cold? Who brought upon the curse of eternal winter robbing the spindly trees of green, then gold?
Category: fantasy
Dreams Once Bright | Poetry
How evocative was each dream of old where memory and vision would raise painted tribute to each fantastical lore as I had imagined in the olden days.
The House of Usher | Poetry inspired by Edgar Allan Poe
This poem is a fun experiment on one of my favorite Gothic short stories. The "Fall of the House of Usher" is a fascinating read and tells a macabre tale of Roderick and Madeline Usher, set against the backdrop of a dilapidated mansion, generational curses and an ill-fitting atmosphere. This poem has been written from… Continue reading The House of Usher | Poetry inspired by Edgar Allan Poe
Let There be Light
I have always been fascinated by fireflies. One of my dreams is to visit a woodland area that glows in the dark because of a series of complex chemical activity in the light organs of fireflies. The google images and photographs of this phenomena have left me intrigued and I cannot help but marvel at… Continue reading Let There be Light
The Little Star Thief
Stars, low light, frail kindly light pinned to the dark fabric of the night embroidered with yarns of silvery thread in celestial patterns twinkling o'erhead. Some playful fingers set them stray, each loosened star drifts miles away; white streaks of light flare up and 'round, bright glinting stars come falling down. I wonder wherein lie… Continue reading The Little Star Thief
Her Grave | Poetry
Beneath the quiet earth rest her cold bones and over the ground a tomb of snow white; no tawdry embellishments carve the stones the pale marble glistens in the moonlight. The nightingale pines for its long lost mate, does its heaving heart burst forth with pain? Is it singing sweet notes of love and death… Continue reading Her Grave | Poetry
Garden Tales | Poetry
We unlocked the kingdom of Narnia, Found the embellished rusty key, The garden was no longer a secret; It stood long waiting for you and me.
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