Going HomeAcross the barren fields, over frozen streams I stride… I'm going home to spend my Yule, I am my parents pride… Soft snowflakes drift around me, I catch them on my tongue… Spending time in the great outdoors, Makes me feel so young… At last I see the House, The windows sparkling bright… They beckon me with open arms, To spend this Yuletide night.Going Home
Bright Blessings to all my friends.
The CavernThe CavernThe Cavern
Shadows dance along the walls, of the cavern near the waterfalls... Home once to many dressed in furs of grey, what calamity visited them that day.... Bones lie heaped in a corner deep, they were once human and secrets they keep... Arrowheads and broken wood , tell the story of where they stood.... They fought in vain that long gone day, not one survived to get away... Sorrow haunts the cold stone walls, the echo of screams behind the waterfalls...
CleoBuss 2009
Samhain NightThrough the glooming forest night to the clearing they come, Wrapped in dark cloaks with torches, they move as one…Samhain Night
Passing acorns to each other from the sacred Oak tree, It says “I’m a witch “ to thee and thee…
Samhain sabbat remembers ancestors who’ve gone before, They’ve left us with love,sacred knowledge and more…
The Old King is dead and the Crone Goddess does mourn, We leave them harvest gifts of pumpkins, nuts and corn…
Its Hallows Eve and the excited witches prepare, The feast to commune with the lo
The GraveyardThrough the ornate rusty gates, corroded hinges sing…. The quietude is utter, there is no living thing…The Graveyard
The tombstones stand at attention, sentinels over their piece of earth… The flowers dried and withered, no longer of any worth….
Death is absolute here, even unto the trees…. Gnarled stark branches ,devoid of any leaves…..
Care has not been taken, to manicure this place… The only things are of the dead, nary gone without a trace….
Bramble bushes border this brown and barren field… The peaty loam conceals
| CUPID Its Valentines and Sweethearts... that special time of year So grab your Flowers and Candy.... that friggin little Cupid's near. But someone else has perfect aim... and let an arrow fly.... Ahhh...come on,don't shed a tear... He was doomed to die. |
| I am an amateur writer...enjoy writing and descriptive imagery. Do RP groups...I am almost 61 and enjoying my life to the fullest. I am also an artist,but don't have any creations to show yet...I also do crochet work and create my own patterns. I have become Pagan in the last 2 yr. and find my outlook on life much enriched... I also have horses and enjoy riding with my husband and grandson. |
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