In time, I leave my place...
Detaching connection from the base
Pulling away is my norm
To defy and not to conform.
The 'wind witch’ is on the roll,

You are a swan with grace
kissed by moonbeam—
Casting your reflection
upon a tranquil lake
in this glorious summer night.

By: Imrogue
Flickering lights
illuminated my way
through the tunnel of sorrow.
Coldness in the night

Sickle tools done their jobs
Farmers gathered their crops
Between fields and laithe
Foraging continued though late.
Day in, day out... they sowed...

Christmas eve carolers sing from d
As children sing along by the Cap
Up above the balcony, lined up in
Christmas is here! Children’s smi
String bands paraded with pride—

Carousel I see,
parading in front of me.
Elephant, giraffe, chimpanzee
and I think... a giant bumble bee!
Yonder, I see

Today, we build the stage
out of cinder blocks.
We’ll use a stick for her scepter
and a sheet for her cape.
Intertwined honey suckle vines

Sitting on the rock,
Continued his pleading croaks.
Princess, where are you?

A quick glimpse of him
As we passed each other...
To the barracks ...
questions to be answered.
He was tied, no sense to fight.

The Drying Tree
By: Imrogue
Pine needles brittled—
The tree’s tall—remains upright—
So still and hopeful—