In Western skies
Hyperion’s son
in fiery
chariot,
expelling dark eyed Luna’s,
cold nocturnal grip
In Western skies
Hyperion’s son
in fiery
chariot,
expelling dark eyed Luna’s,
cold nocturnal grip
Filed under Factual, Inspired by fable, nature inspired, Old knowledge, Self compositions, Shadorma
Across western skies
see Hyperion drive his
chariot
in splendour
expelling Luna’s , shaded
icy grip.
Filed under Factual, Old knowledge, Otherworldly, Shadorma
The sun rises once more
but now breeds understanding
first dawn of mankind
Filed under Factual, faith, Haiku, History, Inspired by fable, nature inspired, Old knowledge, Self compositions, The art of thinking
Pumpkins and candles
coax loud screams from the children
on Eve of all Hallows
Best tread warily,
beneath this fragrant carpet,
sleeping fairies lie.
Listen to the wail
of the soul that cannot wake,
day of reckoning.
Filed under As you read it, dystopian view, faith, Haiku, Old knowledge, Self compositions
The villagers hated to see the magpie who nested in the old elm tree. To them it seemed the bird had been sitting up there forever, with it’s mocking call and loud chattering every time any one passed by. It wasn’t so much that they disliked magpies, in fact most admired his contrasting black, blue and white plumage.
To them though this one was different, he had never been seen with a mate, in fact no other magpies had ever been seen or heard near the old tree where he was perpetually on guard. This caused the villagers, both old and young distress, for in accordance with the old, well known saying, “One for sorrow, two for joy, ” it was customary to greet a solitary magpie with a, “Good morning, mister magpie, how’s your wife. ”
To ignore a single magpie was sure to cause evil to the observer. It now seemed that any event that could be ascribed to bad luck was the fault of someone failing to pay the necessary respects to their resident bird. As he got older he had taken on the mantle of, and was often referred to as, “The Harbinger of Doom.”
Fearful of dire repercussions if they did anything to harm the bird, the villagers realised that all they could do was wait until they saw the bird no more, in the hope that this ill-starred resident had finally taken his leave, then hopefully his place would be taken by a pair or perhaps more of his kind.
Faustian bargain
will be redeemed on demise
pact with the Devil.
For me no stone at head or feet,
Buried ‘neath the sodden peat,
Full three times I died, at the hands
of former dwellers in this land,
messenger to the gods my fate,
my kinsmen’s problems to relate
our hunting failures, weather woes
humiliation by our foes,
my message to our Gods was clear
but they pretended not to hear,
With wrists behind me tightly bound,
A cord around my neck was wound,
a rock against my temple dashed
then with a knife, throat crudely slashed
my patriotic chore now done
in Eden’s glade my spirit runs,
though from the earth my body raised
my final bed a tomb full-glazed,
and as I lie in endless slumber
my name forgotten, now just a number.
In humble awe, we
gaze upon the sacred stones,
where Saints found solace.
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