January ~
Watching the world become still with Winter’s grace, ebbing of tides, wolf moon, the ocean and the vast world beneath the waves, deep waters, sunrise at sea, bleak overgrown forests, cold winds, hibernating, breadcrumbs for the swans, forgotten paths, new journeys, capturing each moment, charles de lint stories, planet earth documentaries, gulls in the air, the watchful gazes of rooks, swooping birds, chimney smoke billowing into a sunset sky, sharing memories deep into the night, long fairytale dresses that shimmer in the sunlight, sand underfoot, deserted beaches, spell of Winter, fox trails, precious letters, nocturnal visits, owls screeching from the faraway trees, subtitled horror films, thunderstorms and the endless rain.
Friday, 28 January 2011
Thursday, 13 January 2011
Sunday, 9 January 2011
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Lair of the Witch
There once was a witch from Frogpond
A small village with labyrinthine roads and nothing more
At the bottom of her garden was a weathered old shed
Enshrouded in cobweb and shadows of the dead
The witch was a hundred and eighty two
Disguised as a bright eyed thing
She drank potions and the blood of rats
Summoned to kill them was her ruby eyed cat
Seasons passed and the white haired harpy
Grew tired of spells and hexes
She set the lair ablaze and fled to a cairn on the moors
Her presence a distant whisper that lingered on the tors
~
Happy 2011 ~ the year of the Rabbit x
A small village with labyrinthine roads and nothing more
At the bottom of her garden was a weathered old shed
Enshrouded in cobweb and shadows of the dead
The witch was a hundred and eighty two
Disguised as a bright eyed thing
She drank potions and the blood of rats
Summoned to kill them was her ruby eyed cat
Seasons passed and the white haired harpy
Grew tired of spells and hexes
She set the lair ablaze and fled to a cairn on the moors
Her presence a distant whisper that lingered on the tors
~
Happy 2011 ~ the year of the Rabbit x
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