Poetry

Celestial Lesbianism

The moon above gives dark glory to the earth below her
She reaches out to cradle her life-giving lover in tender arms
Round and round they dance within their celestial ballroom
Rushing past the star-spangled velvet curtain that surrounds them.

The Captive Within

She rails and claws,
Screeches and wails
She climbs the walls of her cage
She hurls herself against the boundaries
She is pain and rage
She is terror
She would consume what binds her
She would destroy it utterly and run rampant
Wreaking destruction wherever she ran
She is the beast within
The beast we all must keep chained
.......
But might it not be nice...
just once...
To let her loose.

Words Lost

Here I sit, mind blank and numb
Words, my passion, my life
Flee from me in the times I most need them.

I try to put down what is within,
Only to find that there are no words
Words which once were my solace.

FOG

On cat-feet it creeps in unseen
It slides between buildings
Silently stalking the trees.
Over waters still, it hovers
Like an owl, it flies softly
Through city streets, it walks boldly.
It blots out visions of things nearby
It smudges edges of things once crisp
It wreaths the world in dark fantasy.

The Lost Faerie Child

Walking through a sunlit glade
one lovely afternoon
I happened on a fairy-girl
weeping great tears
and wailing 'bout losing her way.

I sat on the ground
and waited
wondering if she'd know
and hoping she'd not run away
When at long last,
the stream of tears slowed
she looked up at me
crawled into my lap
and fell into a fitfull doze.

To say I was shocked
would not be enough
but I sat there
and held her
and rocked her till night.

When the moon
slid out from beyond the clouds
she woke up with a great yawn
then looking up
she shouted with joy
and few off to her home in the night
as I wistfully watched
wishing to join in her flight.

Faeries

Beads of rain
On spider's web,
Pixie footprints
On flower petals,
Faeries sliding
Down steeple sides,
Rain-borne kisses
On my face

Faerie rings
Of toady-stools,
And faerie laughter
Fill the woods
On rain soaked nights

Loose yourself in thier joy,
Find yourself in thier games,
Faeries, flowers, and streaming rain;
From all these things
Are magic made.


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