December 3rd, 2009
This page is the dumping ground for some of the poems and prose that I scribble out at the strangest times. They all come to me strangely, either during sleep or when I’m supposed to be writing my dedicant program, and out they come!
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But soft, my step on the landing,
A padding of feet with haste to
Flee into the darkness of night
A shiver of bones neath the
Silver of moon.
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Breathless cold and biting frost
Exhilarated by my deviance
I stole away from the life I knew
Content in this frozen moment
A criminal unseen save by stars
Who bore witness .
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Lo, beneath boughs of ice
My hot blooded consort waits
His time growing short
And my own growing distant
We exchange our vows
And dream of love unbound.
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The world lay deaf
To whispers in darkness.
His form is remade
In the purple morning glow
Hoofprints in snow leave but clues
To the secret of my white hart.
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-12/2/09 –from sudden and urgent inspiration while writing DP
Boann
The river whispers over stone
secrets which the moon sang
One clear voice in a starlit sky
Many years ago
Her watery fingers caress
the inviting shoreline
which she has shaped
in fits of madness
The lady on her knees
looks on the face of the moon
(in all her radiance)
with deference lost an age ago.
She glides, a silent swan,
To blackened depths submerged
She floats; a frozen form in memory of
The last act of the life blood of earth.
7/9/10