A Poem – Spiders On The Lawn

A Poem - Spiders On The Lawn

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 think they warn
That to forget life’s simple beauties
Is your heart left torn to mourn!

There are spiders on the lawn,
I accept them with a yawn.
Where web ends, eight legs defend,
Waiting static in the morn.

– 2009

Malistorm – The Old Baron

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“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…”

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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 persnickety wickedly witch

Heard the cure from a snitchy-snitch

On her crown she let perch an owl

That pecked her head and made her howl!

 

Oh persnickety wickedly witch

Who tried to stave off dandruff itch

Inhaled the dust with every breath

And promptly sneezed herself to death.

 

-2012

A Short Story About A Creature Named Wood Golem

 

Wood Golem

 

Deep in a forest where time stands still,
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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. Though sand may feel rough under my burning feet, this blue quenches the thirst left behind by this gravelly terrain. I stare vacantly at the line far away where sky blue becomes ocean blue. The deafening hush of land-bound winds and crashing wake is enough to engulf and extinguish any distractions that may cause my mind to sway from this harbour surrounding.Continue reading “Down At The Harbour”