Wolf

For those just joining, here are the prompts I’m using: One here and one here.

Well, this month has really gotten away from me! If it’s not obvious, I’m currently making the fifth daily post of the month on the 23rd day of the month, and my goal to write a poem per day has utterly collapsed in on itself.

I have a barrel full of excuses but you don’t care about that. Even I’d rather forget this draining month, or at least what it’s been so far.

And so now I’m writing these in chunks as I feel like it. I do intend to still carry through on all these before the end of the month, but I’ll have to do some serious catching up to get there.

But I once wrote 100 poems in a weekend, so it’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility, though I also didn’t have children or a dying father back then.

Lost in the Clouds

Her wings wide
The heron sings through fog
Lost, a sunray

Bell

Let me hear you ringaling,
Sing while dancing fleetingly.
Yes, come along and sing
With me ever after, you and me.

Ring the bell!
Give them hell!

Let me feel you swing with me
Through the willow’s swinging leaves
Walk the winding ways and see
All the wondrous worlds we’ll weave.

Mist of the Nameless Valley

In the valley tween the rivers roaring
Live the singing heron women soaring
between the windswept willow boughs weaving
whispery songs to Lord and Lady leaving

No names they speak
Their secrets they keep

Shrouded in mists heavy and rains unfallen
Adorned in feathers and rainbowed talon
The heron women worship the wyrd ways
Of Lord and Lady, of angels and strays

No names they speak
Your secrets they keep.

Come along and far away past tree and stone,
Past blood and bone to the quiet mist throne.
Hear the heron women soar and sing alone
In the valley of the world they’ve grown.

Fossil

Who lies beneath
The stony earth?
Whose lives we keep
Locked ever here?
They sing of gods
Long dead, long gone.
They dream of peace,
Broken so long.
Beneath the waves
They lie
Beneath the earth
They cry
Silently