The days go round and round,
One dragged hour at a time,
In minute variations of the same,
With no specific aim or destination
And no aid to emptiness in passing.
The gradual fading grey of shallow light
Towards a long and lonely night
May lead to near-forgotten dawns
Of frosted daisies growing in damp grass,
Where the hawk cries out in grief above the meadow
And life is full of streams and running horses.
What a sight!
What delight!
How willingly I’d follow.
Damn the clocks.
Damn the wishing.
Damn the dark tomorrow.
Damn the hollow call that draws the heart to sorrow.
Author: A. Gouedard
Wild Heart
They thought that they could tame my love
and keep all for themselves,
they never understood my heart.
My heart is not so small.
I spread my love throughout the land,
unwilling was my hand
to make a pledge to never part.
I am too far-seeing.
Don’t try to tame me to your will.
We are just beginning.
If I stay with you my love
you’ll know my heart is willing.
I’ll stay until you’re leaving.
Let’s speak no more of grieving.
I will fulfil your yearning.
My love is in my being.
The Death of a Queen
The Queen stood surrounded, by jeering, clamouring crowds,
beleaguered on every side, with no place left to hide.
While her King stood in the corner, consulting once more with the Bishop,
the Black Knight slowly sidled to the only place still allowed.
He was enjoying the moves and the elegant ride.
He’d been skirting her for hours now, like baiting a silver fish hook
his sweet words and twinkling glances hid the truth of his game.
Her only aim was to save her Liege, her Lord, her indolent Love,
he of the fine apparel, the armour, the velvet glove,
he who would always linger, lazy until the last.
When the Kingdom was at its end and he had no valiant friend,
Perhaps he would remember her, as the Knight sliced off his head,
After his Queen was dead.
Show Respect (a Georgic)
for the love of the land
for the love of your home,
act swiftly,
consider the tiny things
that help the larger things grow
remember the balance in all that you do
or be at the mercy of strong winds that blow
and the giants that rattle the earth
and the rise of the floods that will come and go
and the sun that can parch the earth
and remember the times of the ice
the earth will survive
by natures device
but you will be gone from this place
no child will remain to inherit
no forgiveness of grace
will save you from your fate
for the love of the land
for the love of your home
act swiftly,
show no neglect,
before it’s too late,
learn respect
No Home
every land is empty
i wander here and there
remembering the other times
i travelled here alone
~ without you there’s no home
time is passing slowly
the fires are turned to ash
i seek new wood to burn for you
a flame to light the way
but you can’t see the beacons
you’re too far away
the birds still sing
the river flows
i know these trodden ways
~ wherever i may roam
without you there’s no home
Absence
i know that this house is waiting
i hear it in the room
i hear it the moment i enter
loud as the ocean breeze
it’s so thick i can almost touch it
but it’s only the sound of silence
emptiness in a sigh
gliding on absent feet
it makes the flames burn low in the grate
and the windows are empty eyes
i sit alone and gaze at the door
hoping that you will walk in
Unsaid
I had a lover
clung to me like a vine
her arms were a rope
she wanted to own me
but she wasn’t mine
(a word to the wise ~
loving whispers
are so often lies)
but you,
my sweet one,
are so close to silence,
so close to cold,
your occasional gesture,
infrequent words,
say more about love
as you stand by my side
you have nothing to hide
I don’t need to feel you
to know you are there
I’ve learned to listen
to your heart
in my head
I’ve learned to listen
to things unsaid
Under
unable,
uncertain,
unknown,
unwanted,
unloved,
unravelled,
unchained,
under cover of darkness,
under unending law,
unblemished, unbound, undefeated,
unaltered, unceasing,
undead
WANTED
hmm interesting – this needs some looking into
ARTHUR and ARTHUR’S WARBAND for the following CRIMES against the PEOPLE OF ANNWFN –
*The murder of Diwrnarch Gawr, by beheading with his own sword, and the theft of his sword and cauldron.
*The murder of Dillus Farfog, by beheading, and the plucking out of his luxuriant red beard to make the leash that near-strangled Drudwyn, Fierce White, a Hound of Annwfn.
*The murder of Rhitta Gawr, by beheading, and the theft of his cloak of his beards.
*The murder of Ysbaddaden Bencawr, by beheading, and his torture – the shaving of his beloved hawthorn beard, the paring of his skin and flesh to the bone, and the slicing off of both his ears.
*The murder of Orddu, Very Black, Witch of Pennant Gofid, by slicing in half with a lightning-like knife and the draining of her blood into the bottles of Gwyddolwyn Gawr to grease Ysbaddaden’s beard.
*The murder…
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Different
as a child they said i was different
i am indifferent to their claims
i was one of the chosen thousands,
whose names i do not know
we were the classroom dreamers
the quiet, the shy, the lone,
the shamen of other lands
far from forgotten home
we sat in the corners of playgrounds
content to look at the clouds,
dragged from our hiding places,
chosen last for their teams
we became the clowns, smiling in our dreams,
for life is the ultimate joke
scrawled on a jesters jacket
to be read when he turns his back
The Dreaming Path 