the thorn queen she waxes full in fertile grace queen of quick and fay, she reigns in mantle green and seemly face quelling fear and mortal pains eternal mother, ever maid undying wisdom in her glance deathless weird is on her laid to spin th' unceasing wheel of chance again, she comes in crown of… Continue reading Bealtaine
Tag: poetry
National Poetry Month
It's that wonderful time of year again! The whole month in which I am proud to say that I'm a poet! I've been a writer since I started putting down phonetically scrawled stories at four years old. (My mom has a collection... it's very interesting to see what our language looks like when it's broken… Continue reading National Poetry Month
Sunday Poetry for 27 March
I wrote this for another All Poetry image-prompt 'contest'. Apologies to the artist, but I don't know where it comes from except 'Pinterest'. Which is hardly satisfactory as a credit. I don't usually put up the image when there is no tracing it, but in this case it is sort of important to the poem's… Continue reading Sunday Poetry for 27 March
Goddess of Spring
These were a couple things that happened this week, inspired by All Poetry contests. I didn't realize there was a theme until this morning... the maiden the damask rose wraps her wolf heart claret core in clenched milky fist this eternal beauty of ephemeral flesh fierce stiletto will guarding petal passions sends call to the… Continue reading Goddess of Spring
Divertissement
It's been an ugly week. So here are some goofy poems to make you smile. Hopefully... Robin L'Green Robin L’Green, that blithesome thief, with arrow and bow he prowled every fief. Took rags from paupers and rings from the rich. Gave each to the other — a convivial switch. Took naught for himself, left naught… Continue reading Divertissement
Parentalia
As February marks the last month in the ancient Roman calendar, the Romans spent their time setting themselves in accord with the world. The 9-day festival of Parentalia begins on 13 February and culminates in the day of Feralia, which began at sundown on the 21st. Parentalia was a sacred time to commune with the… Continue reading Parentalia
Wednesday Word: 26 January
Today is my birthday. I am not going to say which one, but that’s more because I like my privacy rather than any particular problems with aging. I like being an elder. Prefer it even. I still have to deal with boomers patting me on the head and pretending that I’m a child so that… Continue reading Wednesday Word: 26 January
Wednesday Word: 19 January
Home is where and how you meet your needs. It is both a place and the work done in that place, be it actual housework or all the varieties of care that are given without productive physical output. Home is the support and refuge in life. Home is people as much as a locus. The… Continue reading Wednesday Word: 19 January
Wednesday Word: 12 January
I watched Don’t Look Up the other day. This is an unusual occurrence. I have steadfastly refused to learn how to operate my home entertainment system. Because I don’t find it all that entertaining. Mostly degrading and time-wasting and irritatingly inane. Also because I don’t want to fall into the trap of sitting here alone,… Continue reading Wednesday Word: 12 January
Wednesday Word: 22 December
The stockings are hung. There is a large balsam fir in the doorway that never gets used between the office and the dining room covered with all manner of sparkly flotsam and jetsam. It serves as a fairly decent record of where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing with much of my life. There… Continue reading Wednesday Word: 22 December