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.
Watch a rising star, Shining in the Eventide. Upon the horizon darkness wanders, But I am within a hidden jewel. One that only good lips speak of, Let me be confident in the thrumming earth. And heed not the rising winter. For even as blood flows, So shall the ice of the north, Creep down … More Remembering Tolkien
Rasp cold weary bones, Upon crystalline layers, Drifting shadows grow. -M.E. InkOwl
As darkness deepens, Winter wings find hidden roost, Resting with the moon. -M. E. InkOwl
Oh to rest within the Gaffer’s garden, With bees humming about their business, And gentle breezes shifting the trees above. Let me listen to the gentle murmuring streams, While I trace footsteps up Bagshot Row, And taste pipe tobacco upon the evening breeze. To be among good company as they sing, Of winding roads and … More Remembering Tolkien
Fallen pearls glisten, Upon limbs bowed to the ground, Echos of life lived. -M.E. InkOwl
Brush hidden layers, Seeking out light and dark forms, Awake hidden depths. -M.E. InkOwl
Whispers between leaves, Tracing secrets upon time. Clutched in silence so deep. -M.E. InkOwl
Brightest starburst spread, Refracting shards of cold light. Glaze each frozen moment. -M.E. InkOwl
Scream loud between these wandering trees, And grind teeth against twig and stone. With eyes that see upon twisting planes, A devious mind does grow. Horns that twist channeled deep with dark veins, And a mouth that has many a voice. A vassal am I for whomever to use, With blood that begs to feed. … More Sinister Countdown- Striga Capella
Rail against the encroaching dawn, And dance a jig so wickedly stepped. Between pavers once placed to protect, Now cracked with age and endless woe. ‘Tis our time to raise each hackle, And scream into the moons pale face. While all around the tombs shift and tremble, Beneath your yellow knowing gaze. Now as babes … More Sinister Countdown- Striga Felis
The Ink Owl 