Walking on the beach when the sun has set The soft sigh of waves rolling in Water laps at my feet and recedes Tinted gold under the rising moon One by one the stars appear Their light obliterated by the closest star of all But now as we turn our backs to the sun Their…
I have to say, I am rather fond of found footage movies. You need to go into these with the presumption that all characters you are about to see are going to die (there are exceptions to this rule, but they’re rare) but they can be fun and creepy to watch. There is always the…
On the cool dark of an autumn night Little girl sleeps in her cosy bed Little girl dreams of red and gold leaves Rustling and whirling around her head Autumn wind catches girl and leaves Whisks them away on up to the sky Little girl plays among bright jewel stars Light of the moon gives…
“The Ocean at the End of the Lane” is a fantasy novel dealing with a strange adventure of a young boy meeting a slightly older girl, her mother and grandmother, who live in a farm just down the road from him. The farm contains a pond which the girl, Lettie Hempstock, insists is an ocean.…
Skating on starlightPristine as a moonbeamFairies dance to celebrateAnother year’s endSinging in a fresh startThe Fairy court rejoicesTo see the endless cycleTurn and turn again Moon falls softlyDawn glimmers in the eastTime for all the Fae folkTo head for ElvenhomeA shimmer and they vanishFrom this world to the nextLiminally waitingTil next it’s time to roam.
With silver arrows the Hunter hunts The monster in the night The Hunter is blessed by the Gods of the Hunt Her weapons consecrated to protect the peace Silver arrows, sacred and true To slay the beast and save the people It cannot be harmed with sword or spear or knife Its magic is stronger…
He went out with the tide, they say She set with the sun Romantic nonsense As if death would wait Your life is the tide And nothing can keep it from ebbing Your soul is the sun And it will set when it’s time Your heart is the moon And will wane just as surely…
(or “It’s Time” part 2). Boat bobs over the ocean Night has fallen and the sky is full of stars Full moon hangs low and golden While we lie on deck and contemplate the universe We’ve left the pain behind us Only wonder lies ahead One single, glorious adventure One journey of a lifetime That…
Yellow bright Golden moon on starry night Yellow tree Wattle sings to honey bee Yellow yield Of ripened corn and wheat in field Yellow glow Reflected light on water flow Yellow heat Of fire in hearth where loved ones meet Yellow earth From yellow sun that brings it birth
Dust devil dervishes Follow the gazing hare Running through the long grass Running through the heather Running through the in between where sky and water meet Misty fingers creep across the land Like the tide coming in, the ebb and flow Like the heart of country lost in city grey Rain follows, stilling the dust…
Eclectic Assemblage 