I am the observer, the note taker, the confidant. For much of my life I have been a silent supporter, a secret-keeper, and a listening ear. But now I have my own story to share, my own thoughts to express and my vision of the world as seen through my eyes.
I wandered through this sleeping world, Hearing life beneath the howling wind. My refinement of flora bade me sleep and I slept, Only to be awoken by strange calls at dawn. Lifting a moss studded head I beheld, Something out of my childish daydreams. A long form covered in ice ranged before me, With snout … More Light a Frozen Fire
I ventured upon a diverse shore, And touched leaves along the way. Where I went only three could see, As they disappeared round a bend. I though I was alone while walking, But soon found a rabble of traveling forms. No bigger than mice were these boisterous lot, As I stop short of their chattering … More Upon a Walking Shore
Even as a chill crawls upon my skin, I behold three waiting strangers. Each one with a secret story to tell, But how may I listen with ears so closed? Lean into me oh wanderer so young, And let me speak to your bones. I never knew bark could be so inviting, And so found … More Three Strangers and Me
Wonder has melted this limping heart, Whether have I crossed into? What has happened to the world from which I come from, For no sooner had I passed through did blinding rainbows of light dance before me. I felt instantly liquified while my conscious maintained its solid grasp upon reality. Now I face an alternate … More Upon an Alien Shore
Such is the mind’s eye, So ready to capture and remember. I have torn mine asunder with this world, What with its constant shifting upon an axis so like home and yet beyond comprehensive dimension . Take a moment and look upon these frozen waters, Where an infinite nexus of paths lie in wait. Each … More Worlds Are These That Unfold
While amongst dark thoughts I walk, The path before me wound to places unseen. I cared not which course this vessel had taken, Having just burned my last bridge with what was. No I search for peace and tranquility, If only but to pause a moment and be. In this hesitation and cessation, I beheld … More You Must See to Open
Here I tread with angry steps, Horrified at my own stupidity. How could one believe so naively, And not think that ridicule lay so stored among friends. Let me shed this place of all reason, And dive into the silly notions of my fanciful mind. That I may be free from the confines of what … More Leave Me to This Walk
Welcome to a new month on the Ink Owl! January is always a challenging month for me, both creatively and in everyday life. I’m excited to make the best of this January by peppering it with fantasy poetry. If you follow here regularly you’ll be taken on a peculiar journey through a mirror world. Each … More January on the InkOwl
My soul doth wander, And I must follow. Beneath smooth stones of sand, Let me commune with toss winds, And sun warmed rocks. That I may begin anew, Breath deep and light a flame for me. -M.E. InkOwl
Wander away to this further end, And gaze upon a glass so clear. Divine each secret held in thine breast, And see what truths lie within. But lo’ heed not the darker depths, They seek to drag the unwary beneath. For darker still lies fear so kindled, That thou wouldst complete thine doom. -M.E. InkOwl
