Crooked PathI dance out into the night, under gaze of soft moon-light. Crooked Path2 months ago in Free Verse
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In a wild run, an enchanted flight, seeking such wondrous sights.
I walk the crooked path with care, I trust my mind to try judge fair.
Though my heart may worry overmuch, I will do what I must.
I have tread near forests edge, now cross in two, into the hedge.
Into the dark, I seek and find, the road is faded but marked fine.
I welcome shadows of the wood, my fated steps fall as they should.
Both worlds I seek and see as one, what I willed, I now become.
I know that my road will be so, as above, so too below.
BlodeuweddBlodeuweddBlodeuwedd1 month ago in Free Verse
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The Sun has returned, there can be no doubt,
As my garden now shags full of tomatoes and carrot tops.
The world smells damp and warm and heavy with black earth
And the light's wakefulness outstrips my own.
And I should be happy, I suppose,
For birdsong and leaves and aspiring vegetables,
For long days and warm nights and the end of want.
Really I should.
But I can only be sad for the Bradford pears
That stand in hundreds, feral, in the bottoms.
I can hardly fathom their bravery,
The first to defy the bite of winter
As they unfurl their small, white blossoms.
It seems absurd that something so delicate
Could push back the frost, as heros.
Now I watch their petals fall like snow.
They shed their armor, defeated, subdued,
And we are left without our blossoms,
The hope of spring lost to the certainty of summer.
I know now how Lleu felt when Blodeuwedd stepped out,
Like the lights have gone out, leaving only the long ride,
And I grieve for a