The Sacred Fount
04.02.25
Atop a rocky glen was crowned
A castle wrought in burnished gold
Its doors revealed a sacred fount
For rich and poor, young and old.
The fount sprang water clear and bright
Like crystals in a cavern's hold,
To drink it for the soul's delight
They trudged across the mountains cold.
As they drank, their weights grew light
These weary spirits brave and bold,
Their hearts were blessed with fortune's sight
To see beyond the earthly mould.
The Ancient Orchard
24.04.25
For ageless years, on a verdant hill,
A lonely orchard spread its seeds.
Crimson apples wistfully swayed
To jagged notes from hollow reeds.
A blackbird did once alight
To peck a fallen apple’s cheek,
Searching not for ripened flesh
But a secret hidden just beneath.
You may well begin to wonder-
Were the apples ever so sweet?
Who would know but the big fat worm
Trapped within that nimble beak.
A Visitation
26.04.25 (originally written on 20.06.24)
The wind bore a song from the bosom of distant seas,
A tale filled with as many tears as raindrops in the lofty breeze.
Amidst swaying pines she sang 'tween the wisps of rolling clouds,
Stirring up the gentle streams that drowned out the forests sounds.
She knocked on the windows to wake the children's fear,
She blew out the candles and pulled the shingles clear.
Against her rage, they prayed for the gleaming sword of the yellow sun,
To cut away her sweeping veil and set right what had come undone.