Upon the branch there sits a bird
of night, his voice so seldom heard
although it’s often said you may
hear his elusive call by day
but if this bird then does give tongue
it is the same song as the sun.
Tag Archives: mystic
Ronovan writes Decima poetry prompt #94 #Commitment
Julian sat in her stone cell
from behind a window of glass
she could watch as they performed mass
while confined in this living hell,
tickets to see her, priests would sell,
in the mid fourteenth century
an anchoress she chose to be
while all through those long lonely years
she recorded her thoughts and fears
so that all, her passion might see.
Filed under Christian, Factual, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Decima prompt challenge #82 The treasure seekers
As they started poking around
they found a bone covered in slime
that had been there for a long time
so decided they should dig down
and see what else was in the ground
the story goes or so I’m told
it seems it started to grow cold
this they found to be quite eerie
by now they were getting weary
and all were lost as was the gold
Filed under Inspired by fable, Otherworldly, Self compositions
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #231 #Miracle
There was a man possessed by a demon
he said his name was Legion
for we are many he whined
before being cast into the swine
and driven out of the region
Filed under Christian, faith, Self compositions
Ronovan writes Decima prompt #54
The sun rises in the morning,
banishing the grey mists of dawn
the rising sun greets the new morn,
in defiance of science scorning
crimson tinges and their warning
as Helios once again tries
to cast Selene from the skies
before inviting Mother Earth
to celebrate the new day’s birth
heralded by the new sunrise
Filed under Uncategorized
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #118 The ancient pathway
You may think this a tranquil scene
but do take care as things unseen
may lurk behind each bush or tree
looking out for the unwary
or lone traveller on the path
who might feel the fairies’ wrath
if their charges they don’t pay
that they may safely pass their way.
Filed under Uncategorized
Weekly short
pale as the sunrise
through the mists of Avalon
Arthur’s memory
Filed under Self compositions, Uncategorized
TJ’s household haiku challenge #15
Meg had just one dream
to dance around the nine stones
and now there are ten
Filed under General post, Self compositions, Uncategorized
When the pen takes control. 