Wednesday 24 October 2012

BIRTH OF THE HALLOWS

As jade spires glint in bows of lace
old Tain clips gilt from grey silk plaits.
He fans red wings; lakes brim with buds
dew sprays the rocks; a rare harp strums
roots bear high elves; palms hail their gifts.
Tain drapes his light to shield the realm
A surge of volts jerks earth from sleep
All gaze on skies that smile and flash.


















Wednesday 3 October 2012

THE HERALD'S VISION

The holy sage chants; fire robes a star
Zor strides in snow; his feet trail soot.
A maid bleeds light; ash mars her train
the witch king sneers as puce gas coils
and storms her mind to aid his plot.
The high slave fades in halls of grace
Zor's pure mask rips; iron stabs a lord.
That fell scene dies; bones thud on tiles
for man's blest gift is blitzed by grief.