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… Continue reading A Medieval Folklore
Month: August 2021
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… Continue reading Full Moon
Death
On a dark twilight, over the hills for the life of me, in fear and vain, I fled as Death rode behind in a suit of armour - then beat me, and slayed me dead. He marched away as, renewed, I did rewake to the sounds of the hoofbeats of the mare and kneeling, did… Continue reading Death
The Ships Are Coming In
He stands by the shore, watching intently, brows knit; the rugged contours of his face caressed by the sun sprawled across the midday sky...and those storytelling eyes - telling a tale of a hard, long, arduous wait... He wears an ancient robe that seems to have been lent to him from the man he used… Continue reading The Ships Are Coming In
The Son of the Slave
I played for long hours under the scorching Egyptian heat, with my friends, the children of the street… I had no mother, my father was my life; he gave me home and food, I was a strong lad, living a life both satisfactory and good. My friends envied me, for my father gave me more… Continue reading The Son of the Slave
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