There are spiders on the lawn, But love, don’t look forlorn! Though their webs may be a tangled mess, Intent was to adorn! There are spiders on the lawn, But don’t look at them with scorn. Dew beads besetting silver ribbons Glowing in the dawn. There are spiders on the lawn, And one would thinkContinue reading “A Poem – Spiders On The Lawn”
Author Archives: P. S. Clinen
Malistorm – The Old Baron
“Let this forest be your recluse. This is our domain, this place closer to the other dimensions than anywhere else. Wondrous terror is attainable only here…”
Persnickety Witch
Oh persnickety wickedly witch Who tried to stave off dandruff itch Used a cat to cushion her head And fell with a grunt out of her bed Oh persnickety wickedly witch Of flake and flurry scalp twitch Sought bats to beat the snow away But wings clapped her hair to grey Oh persnicketyContinue reading “Persnickety Witch”
A Short Story About A Creature Named Wood Golem
Deep in a forest where time stands still, The Wood Golems lurk against their own will.
Down At The Harbour
Away from imbroglios and brouhahas, travelling down to the almost torpid shorelines where oleaginous waves rhythmically brush away all dread and doubt – it is here that pulsing sorrow wells up in the more maudlin side of my composure as I find my senses overwhelmed by the deep and drowning blues of sky and sea.Continue reading “Down At The Harbour”
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