Evan, He was her Weakness In warmth And baby scents Evan, Undeniable, He was Heaven sent Evan, Reminds the Phoenix Of a brother, A spirit, Over her life Phoenix Witch, Opens her Heart to Shades of Landican Life. #poetry #blueskypoetry #writing
When the final stalks were cut, the hare darting away was seen not just as an animal fleeing a harvester, but as the literal embodiment of the harvest spirit escaping into the wild. #WyrdWednesday #Folklore
Strange how that leading light led me towards you one moment defined in opulent streaks of time Your face a map of all the places I’ve never been How fast you travelled through me, how lightly you left as any shooting star not meant to last. #AugustAnarchy #poetry #writing #starrynight
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A Dream, Not In Dreams Nights Of Only Screams Voices, Not of dream Come from Her Poplar tree #poetry #blueskypoetry #writing
The grass Hisses A snake’s leather, Slithers Over the fall Of Labour’s fruit The outcast’s The flesh in its memory The Adder Ties the master’s Nest of Vipers To virgin platts As the viper Wraps the knuckles Ready for Strange handshakes The Cobra, Hides in a Tempestuous wake #poetry
Silence is the starkest ink she fills her pen with it, and shooting stars become daggers aiming for her flesh What is real? Her heart plays fast & coy while she stacks flimsy dreams upon phantom shoulders Desire and reality growl at one another in a lonely room with no brick to conjure a bridge.
She was no mare, She was comfort In the overwhelmed breeze Not suffocating Each wakened breath She pushed out his chest Her feet, standing Over the pillows As white shadows Wave on the single’s bedhead #poetry #writing #blueskypoetry
How dark does This tale get ? It’s blood and And the headless, To be Found Conway Castle Moated spikes Daggars Sit in Treacherous eyes Blinded, The Phoniex Witch’s Suitors and her Regal spies #poetry #blueskypoetry #writing
Some come for peace, Others to dream with The resting boats, Recalling voyages Of days long gone... And others know The hollow echo Singing across The marshes Where dairy maids Tread ghost paths, Lost upon Shifting sands, Writing stories Of those who once Walked here. #BSPP55 #BlueSkyPoetry
At her candlelight The boy ate the Best in his Skinny life Nerdy for The tales of Her many hidden Lives He plated her Sweet rice Pudding desert As the Phoniex Spoke of a Past Releam In a flicker Of a past flame #poetry #blueskypoetry #writing
A Phoniex without A Gingers Whiskers, The hunger for Fresh river fish, Sacrilege The boy, A great servant To the witch's Conjuring of Nanna Cat's Kidnapping She didn't count On them all wanting Her garden for their roams #poetry #blueskypoetry #writing
Poor boy Couldn't escape Nannas neglected Feline traps Bedroom covered In a Cats dirty Kicked up litter His clothes, Covered in their Regurgitated, Out of date Dinners What he wouldn't Give for a good Dinner. #poetry #blueskypoetry #writing
Beyond the Witches Defence, hidden Behind a wild overgrowth The boy found a Poplar tree Bearing many fruits The boy ate Filling all his Fly weight The Phoenix ruffled The Phoenix smiled For the first, In a long time Her smoulder, Felt bolder #poetry #blueskypoetry #writing Art By V Llievski
Skinned, The inners Of the Dragon Didn't waste Any more time The Phoniex Witch, Screamed into Her eternal night As the flames Poured her Ash Into a fortified vial For centuries, She sat in her Ash Conspire, She never tired. #poetry #blueskypoetry #writing
Expose it all Drain the regal Whores baths Scour the Conway’s Lock up tower That Witch, The wicked trick Find the Dragon, Grant him the Phoniex’s Ash For his flames For a plea In dire blessing For his anger Over our Kingdom To tame #poetry #blueskypoetry #writing
Once Eden, Watched the Heavens below Till the greed Of man Lifted it roots from Earths mounds Returning Temples And man's ills, Over truthful lore To a higher mound Heaven, a trapped Playground. #poetry
Parents, Took out at The traffic lights The boy Was barely A tike Adopted life Phoenix Witch Knows all about A unloved life Stuck with nanny A crazy cat lady Grandad Sits on a bed Of smelly beer tins "Such a delightful boy, Ignorance from elders It's a terrible sin" The Phoniex Witch said #poetry
Nannas tired Ginger, Purrs under the Midnight covers. Tucked inside The dressing Lines of Grandpa's Open coffin Uncle Mike's Eulogy Words,in Drunken slurs The Church Echo's A muffed Ginger's Curse Nanna, panics Opening the top. Had everyone In laughter and tears #poetry #blueskypoetry #writing
Adam rots the Apple, Eve spoils the pips Hidden in her tart Selfishness, in an Angelic abundance Your tearing at Humane faith A sick desire of The flesh and heart For God, Wicked He never split The fruit, Fairly in half #poetry forbidden #fruit #blueskypoetry #writing A gift…
The skin of A familiar nose The fruits of her Black Rose Her teeth, At the skin Of his claws Facing her Kindred flames A black birds past Begins to strike Through her Lonely midnight “There’s the Red Rose The Phoenix calls, To cast more of your stones Now, show me the Lily I know” #poetry
Small bones, Easy to flee And for us To nosey Into witches Trouble we Inevitably roam Giant’s feet, Up and left The coldness Of our realm Witch knows, Theres nobody To grind Man’s cranium And femur bones #poetry #blueskypoetry #writing Peanut, the bone collector Art by E Wierbik
Love Came through Broken window Love Came to tend The black petals At her chest His Love Cut at her breast, The King’s scar runs Along her chest By the arms of A king’s soldier, Carrying swords And fiery stock Her entrapment In solder and a A hollow heart Of rock #poetry #blueskypoetry #writer
She sat, Wrapped in A shawl, For a moment She paused To welcome in The carriers and Their bags of feline Bones. This tale is old, Way before the Graveyard turned The Phoenix witch cold. #poetry #writing #blueskypoetry Wicked Witch art by E Guerrero
If comes from The breakage Of the human mind It’s was real enough To say it lived, It stains human death In the nails and hot forks Scrapping his tortured mind #poetry #writing #blueskypoetry
You desire A story, Come sit On the pyre Come near, Spirits, A little broken With man’s Fire Long ago In Palestine He sat He walked Above it all… Shall we talk ? 🤔 #poetry #writing #blueskypoetry