‘Tis the snow that haunts me from that day,
to see many footprints on their way
“Where do they lead” ‘twas my thought
before I knew it I was caught
trailing them here ‘n there,
through the trees without care,
needing to see where they led
oh dear reader,
I should have fled.
On I went totally blind
to any thought but what I’d find.
’Til finally there they stood, huge carvings
in living wood. Tree trunk bare, branches locked,
I wandered round, totally shocked. Such effigies never
seen before, they thrilled my mind ‘n much more.
Unknowing a figure lurking near,
all clad in black, cloaked by fear,
ensorcelled me where I stood…
A frozen figure, ‘twould do no good
to warn you, for naught could be done,
as we who stand here are gone.
‘Tis so lonely inside this place,
staring out of my carved
Posted in Fantasy, Fear, Imagination, Magic, Transformation, Trees, Whimsy
Tagged Fantasy, Fear, Imagination, Magic, Transformation, Trees, Whimsy
This Photograph study is courtesy of Arjun,
His photo’s are reflections of life
and truly capture the imagination.
and we die
but in between,
of life to be seen.
This photo taken,
of a man looking back,
his expression caught by a
silent attack. What is he thinking,
on what does he ponder as he looks to
the lens, no sign of wonder.
“Here am I,
here I stand,
my life written
by a pitiless hand.
Lines, careworn I show,
my mouth, held firmly just so.
I live, I love, and share my pain too,
as you stare at me, I stare back steadily,
Posted in About Life..., Ageing, Camera, Eyes, Imagination, Photo's, Poem, Thoughts
Tagged About Life, Ageing, Camera, Imagination, Photo's, Poem, Thoughts
over your plan”
so I sat, as I listened
to the officious looking man.
He seemed unfazed by my frowning face
his cheesy smile fixed, almost super glued in place.
”Can I stop you there” I was rude enough to say,
for his manner was odd,
thus making me sway.
The room became darker
as painful words sank in,
like tiny daggers, aligned, strangely making me grin.
For pain can be a friend, adjusting senses from a tilt.
I ceased falling, I was safe, he was backing me to the hilt.
My Plan was effective, there was no doubt.
And the Plan? For me to know,
I have no idea, at all, where this came from, or what is meant precisely, I just went with the flow, and the flow brought me a question, which I assume will never be answered. Rightly so methinks. xx
Posted in Balance, Feelings, Imagination, Mystery, Planning, Whimsy
Tagged Balance, Feelings, Imagination, Mystery, Planning, Whimsy
My dream home
has window shutters
a split back door too,
wooden features ‘round the house
dark varnished flooring through.
I hold the picture in my mind
visiting when I feel inclined.
A mini holiday, a tiny break,
closing eyes to dream,
whilst fully awake.
Posted in Dreams, Home, House and Garden, Imagination, Poem, Unreality
Tagged Dream, Home, House and Garden, Imagination, Poem, unreality
‘Twas an old leather tome
left forgotten and alone,
muttering long at it’s decay.
‘Twas Magic you see,
had a destiny but
all it did was sit,
Ye olde leather tome
knew if it wanted to roam,
matters needed taking in hand.
So it searched it’s full pages,
which seemed to take ages,
as the runes proved hard to
Ye Olde leather book,
found the spell, thence it took
due care to speak magic words well.
Forsooth, it’s form changed,
to a Dragon rearranged,
now in a Mountain
Posted in Ancient, Boredom, Dragons, Fantasy, Magic & Mystery, Magic Book, Narrative Poem, Spells, Transformation
Tagged Dragons, Fantasy, Imagination, Magic, Magic Book, Mystery, Narrative Poem, Spells, Tome, Transformation