Come, all ye rolling readers, may ye find delight in my poems, inspired by the ‘Word of the Day’, daily prompts, life’s adventures, and my love of nature. Wander these verses at thy leisure. Begin thy journey on my ‘🌿featured reads‘ page, oft renewed, and last brought anew on the 4th Day of December 2024. Many thanks, kind folk.
merrily & sour
∴ merrily, the leaves
sour ghosts wane, dusk turns to gold—
i see you, as rain
dancing between falling drops
drawing magic from the soil ∴
grow
∴ rivers grow from stone’s laughter ∴
tranquility
∴ tranquility—
curled close, she purrs against me
peace fills the air ∴
wicket
∴ wicket bat—ungloved
solstice spirits heat the glass
argent fingers, warm ∴
change
∴ solstice change, night takes its hold ∴
revels in the loom
∴ we be of
battered seed, tattered thread,
gallyhooing with the Púca ahead
mayhap he too was bound, as we,
were you there? did you see?
guffaws spilled at the threshold’s edge,
etched with heart-warmth, too bright to hedge |
mirth’s spell calls again,
and this time-thing it tapers,
focus we must on—
rumbustious capers
we bounce ‘twixt strata-light,
wriggling, winging, and now out of sight
well, never quite gone, these whimsies they stay, |
uncertain, perhaps, yet they illume the way
cosmic stars throb and beat in our veins,
scattered joys—they burn with hot blue flame |
minds full of spice,
ground for tankards of nogs—
thought-quenching delight,
poured for the voracious, we ‘wolves’,
splashed in the winds, where madness resumes, |
now replant these seeds, now rethread this loom ∴
flip
∴ clouds flip into honeyed skies ∴