A Medieval Folklore

They said she lived in her family home -a castle erected two hundred years ago;and in her white satin nightgown did roam;oft looking out the beautiful turret window. They said she read many fables and loresbut most of all, loved the poems of Poe;perhaps it gave her some peace to to knowthat others had known…

Passing through

This is a night for sad songs...a good cry, silences, melancholy. Wars have ended sooner, I sigh, sins overlooked, and leap years gone by. Not one, but ten thousand thousand suns risen and set; phases of the moon on a never-ending loop. Passing through. People have grown, birds from nests flown, smouldering dreams still smoulder…

And she laments…

Listen to her lament in sepulchral tones by ivory moon glade upon the shy river; she cries for one whose heart is her home, and longs for the return of her sweet lover... The robin flits out of its crude, leafy domain, pausing a moment at the lamenter to gaze - a song so piquant,…

Full Moon

Nocturnal voyage, the shore not nigh the rhythm of blue waters...a lullaby... Her hypnotic gleam doth mesmerise - 'Don't look up', I say, 'lest it be a long night', on these waves with their lullaby, sway and sigh and sway and sigh. The waters mirror her; they shimmer as I row - only but the…

AFFLICTION

Knowing it was a hopeless voyage, why did I get on this ship? Was it merely for the lure, the gratification, the thrill? What happens when the passengers desert me? What happens when I hit the dead end, no shore beneath my feet? What happens when it all breaks down, the vessel, the sails? What…