Original Poetry

Conjury

This berrybox full of foxes
Cry moonsong to the light
With the crack and smash
Of the axeheads song
Singing through the night

Robins on the windowsill
Their wingbeats a lullaby
Sing a song of black birds
When the wind is in the rye

Carry the firewood through emerald grass
And passed the green ivy wall
Up to the oaken eagle door
Which speaks of the coming fall

There is Rosemary under the doormat
Mint and Lavender too
Calling to the Fates of Good Fortune
That dance where the West Wind blew

The altar waits in the tall grass
Where cats-paw will lead the way
Passed Blackberry and Roses
To something wild and fey

Stay there, safe in your own world
Unbroken and armor-clad
Call the rain, call the starfall, the dazzling light
And remember the dreams that you had.

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Freedom Light

She awoke, to find she’d been dreaming,
She awoke to find a light gleaming,
There in the distance, so golden and faint,
She awoke to find she’d been dreaming.

She arose to find she’d been laying,
She arose to find they’d been praying,
For her to be quiet, for her to stay still,
She arose, she was tired of staying.

She strode towards that far-off faint light,
She strode passed the limits of sight,
Into the shadows and into the wild,
She strode far away from their spite.

She struggled and fought to be free of their shame,
She struggled and fought and walked through the flame,
Unscathed and unbroken, no longer afraid,
Born again
to the freedom
she meant to reclaim.

She made a place for herself far away,
She made a home for her light to stay,
Away from their hatred, away from their ire,
She would keep all their demons at bay.

She burned all the brighter from her journey through hell,
She burned all her bridges, she tolled every bell,
There was no backward glance as she walked away,
She burned like a forest that no one could fell.

She basked in the light of the freedom she made,
She basked and she gloried, no longer afraid,
Of a time spent in shadow, in others regrets,
She reveled in glory, her light like a blade.

She cut through the shadows, she cut through the night,
She cut open the darkness, to let in the light,
It was there, in light’s bleeding, she found her kingdom,
Where she was the dragon, and she was the knight.

Every story was hers, to tell and be told,
Every tale was wondrous, every story was bold,
Filled with joy and forgiveness, pride and respect,
And the every day hope of a light made of gold.

Original Poetry

Nomad

On a flat world, where the white king rules,
The rest of us chase a setting sun,
And for it are labeled fools.

But I know the dance of stars,
The steady course of planets fall,
How our people wandered far,
How we answered our own call.

Around a green and verdant sphere,
Ablaze with artificial light.
Where the night is always near,
We stretch the limits of our sight.

I am weary, I am weak,
This cosmic race has fractured me.
The twilight in me left complete,
No light within to help me see.

Tomorrow dawns in our hearts,
As much as it does upon the hills.
Yet some nights break our will apart,
And the shadow in us kills.