I want to live on the edge of a wood, Where trees meet field and skies meet mountain. On the shores of an unnamed lake, With water lapping upon smooth stone. Jutting peaks covered in tall pines, That release their heady evergreen scent. I want to live on the edge of the world, And drink … More Where Trees Meet Sky
Some believe stories from a forgotten era, Where dragon kind was peaceful and benevolent. Supposed shepherds of our once lush world, They had been conduits of spirituality and growth. But those days have fled this forsaken land, What was the dragon wood and all of its people is now gone. All that is left are … More Dragonwood Part 1: The Beginning of the End
Remember this mirror glass, That once held quiet the depths of autumn. When the world was falling still, We walked upon this familiar shore. Now surrounds our summer growing, Baking growth beneath the sun. Let winter’s touch finally cease, As we are surrounded by summer’s warmth. But do not forget this world’s spinning, That brings … More Mirror Glass
Sing me a song of silver and lavender, That will heal this wounded heart. Upon the brink of a summer adventure, I punctured my heart. With words so swooned did I upon a ledge, While a bloom rose did prick inside my head. Soon was I singing between the hedges, With lilacs in my hair. … More Maiden and the Gardener
Today’s Saturday Book Review is Congo, by Michael Crichton. Crichton will forever be my favorite author, right there with Terry Pratchett and J.R.R. Tolkien. Congo is an unusual story of a team of scientists who embark on a journey to find rare diamonds in the jungles of the Congo and rescues the members of a … More Saturday Book Review- Congo
Follow me up this rolling hill, And touch the wandering skies with me. Where clouds dance and water streams, We run a wide long track. Leave behind your aging worries, And get lost in the summer scene. Up a rolling hill we’ll climb, And watch a stealthy fox hunt among the weeds. And be startled … More Up A Rolling Hill
Delicious is a mouthful of frost, While black asphalt bubbles outside. A taste of banana, walnut, and pistachio, Tickles my insides with each bite. Remember laugher, contented sighs, As door swings loudly shut. Close your eyes and remember these moments, As life rolls on to a new day. -M.E. InkOwl
Grow green with me this day, And shift in the evening light. Lean in each delicious breeze, As wings flutter about our singing heads. Sigh with me and put down roots, Within the sweet damp earth beneath the water. It’s an existence long and restful, Within the realm of summer long. -M.E. InkOwl
I wonder what this map means? Carved into potter’s clay. With lines so familiar and yet so alien, So these young eyes ponder. Suppositions touch these lips, And blooms of imagination grow. Reality has no bearing here, As thoughts run wild across this room. Fingers brush carved rocky heights, And trace lines of rivers and … More Carved Secrets
I must remind myself that I am dreaming, While a light breeze blows about my head. A smell of baked earth and stinging nettles, Bids me welcome to this place. If only this weren’t just a dream, To see grasses bending low. Hawk cry and cottontail scramble, A cow lowing in the distance. While cool … More Summer Dreams
