Tag: poems

I think this is a troiku. A breath of breezethrough the poplar crownsscatters gold coins. A breath of breezemild as apple and honeya plume of wood smoke. Through the poplar crownsa flock of jays rattleflurry of leaf-fall. Scatters gold coinsthe wind, from autumn’s purseto buy robins’ songs. I think this is a troiku. A breath […]

No regrets I wish there was something I could wish for,a tiny, important thing, to hold it forever,like the flight of an October butterfly,the scent of a yellow rose,the calm that falls after a reconciliation. I listen to the gentle breathing of sleep,watch the sun slip between uneasy clouds,and accept the slow changing beauties instead. […]

On such a day On such a day, there should be no sadness,no looking over the shoulder or peering ahead. On such a day of golden blue,of drifting mimosa leaves, deep as fox-fur,of sun warm as blood, running in rillsalong the furrows of the fields,losing itself in the green shadows of the oaks,there should be […]

The image I chose for today’s Folktober challenge, is an illustration of the Werewolves of Ossory, It’s a joyful sort of a picture, perhaps explained by the difference between the Medieval notion of the werewolf, and Hollywood’s. A werewolf was a man (usually) trapped in the body of a wolf by enchantment, a gentle creature […]

A very short one for the dverse prompt. Ripeness The vendange is over,the first pressing of grape juice,(since we can’t have water this dry year)fermenting now in cask, in vat,on the vine for the birds to steal,punch-drunk in this October sun. A very short one for the dverse prompt. Ripeness The vendange is over,the first […]