Saturday 30 March 2013

A LAMB'S GIFT


A dark Lord roars and hauls the sun
to his dead isle where moans rip love.
Tides of gore surge as six fiends rise
tails hurl tar rocks that spew green gas
song rasps in throes; all coral rays fade.
A horn blasts “Woe! O haste great lamb!”
His sweet lance wings; three ruby nails blaze
His holy tree blooms; the blind sun winks.

Monday 25 March 2013

THE STAR RINGS


The fire snake lisps a pure dove's verse
He melts high rings; ghouls blitz nymph realms.
A holy tree roars; its noble wood rends
orcs grind slave bones and gnaw stewed flesh
trolls pulp swan glades with steel clad feet.
In lilac gilt caves Queen Zida prays veiled
the soot morn gasps to see dew waltz.
Globes kiss dead brooks; a river bud wakes
gales hush their moans as pink mist swirls.
An angel of God unfurls her blue train
and calls nine stars to craft lost gems
that swell mute lakes so foul beasts drown.


Tuesday 19 March 2013

MOONFLOWER MAGIC


A dryad maid glides to havens of elves
and hails the lord who guards blest crowns
that seal her reign with Bezin high faun.
A witch elf glares; her heart shoots bolts
fair Litze weeps blood; flesh grows iron spikes.
The ochre shrub stirs as Bezin chants psalms
its bulbs puff spores; they rot his lungs
the earth dons robes of ash and tar.
Dusk lays her cape; a pearl bud smiles
cursed souls rise free to wed in light.

Tuesday 12 March 2013

PRINCESS ZEVA


The dark trees hiss and spit grey slime
their bony claws stalk; green fangs mash reeds
Eyes rage with fire; it sweeps pure realms.
Fair Zeva bows thrice to bless her lake
her child maids rise from star rimmed globes
white souls of babes that fate dyed red.
The holy girl casts a lily bud ring
honed by sun's grace and draped in dew.
A blue moon spins; foul troops sway blind
The racked land gasps; balm pours its love.

Tuesday 5 March 2013

SELKIE REVENGE


A seal skin glints on tides of froth
by lofty jet crags that rise as spires.
Don's old skiff wails; iron surf rams wood
the fish robe winks; his rapt heart glows.
He primes a net to seize his prize
the selkie folk bark; rocks wince and crack
a svelte girl sings; her raven hair sways
it pins Don fast; she hurls him deep.