Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
the hawthorn 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 wierd is on her laid to spin th' unceasing wheel of chance again, she comes in crown of… Continue reading May Day
A few romantic poems for Floralia. Well, sort of romantic at any rate.
A bit of desert dragon poetry for the last Tuesday in April. Because it seems a dragonish sort of time.
Cronus and the Omphalos stone, Athenian red-figure pelike C5th B.C.(Metropolitan Museum of Art) the monster the greatest god the father generating heirs but swallowing his challengers his children he is entrenched and the battle lines won’t move oh, just never but the future revolution, revelation is in conspiracy the young ones are thinking action will… Continue reading sa tourne
i think i think o’er much and thought thought engenders til sense be subject to this neural breeding i know i know not what yet knowing knowledge renders thoughts of thought and yet to thought unheeding i feel i feel a’right though feelings feeling tenders and yet such feelings, too on thoughts are feeding i… Continue reading Absurdism
Raven at the river’s edge calls imperiously. She takes the rich; so, too, the poor, but she’ll not be having me. Empty-handed naked souls from all life’s trials free. To her they come in humble throng, but she’ll not be having me. Hoary heads and blooming cheeks, they bow obediently. She sends them all to… Continue reading Murky Poetry
Choose a Word that You Like Best and Describe It in a 250 Word Essay i choose ok (that’s 3) none can beat this little paragon of utility it means simultaneously wonderful marginal bug off very cool whatever without a doubt i don’t think so yes, let’s we’d rather not no way begrudging beguiling bewildered… Continue reading A Bit of OK
A pair of poems from the spring garden. spring expectation is a blanket on my garden soil time it is to make room for new life prune, compost the dead for the earth is pregnant time it is to prepare for expectations mine is a northern soul bred and refined in the seasons of swelling… Continue reading April Garden Poetry
A pair of poems by others and two garden pictures of my own creation — both photo and garden. April I open wide to the portals of the Spring To welcome the procession of the flowers, With their gay banners, and the birds that sing Their song of songs from their aerial towers. I soften… Continue reading April Poetry
the gardener i’ve got my trowel and my trencher she said i’m off to sow so saying, a-sowing she went with words hidden up her sleeves an idea or two tucked into her hatband and the rows await pull out weedy fallacy cut back dead superstition cultivate and amend and then drop the seed in… Continue reading Dandelion Break
By My Solitary Hearth 