Ancient nymphs and dancing girls
I will conjure thee
Helped by age old winds
Treasures held for far too long
Buried beneath the paths you walk
Ask and it shall be given
Dig and you shall find is better
Gold buries way back in time
By those who fled the battle royal
Buried beside hedgerows
Where morning glories greet the early riser
Treasures at his feet…
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How to Help
Trapped in silence, in a world not my own.
Golden castles on purple lawns, trees with leaves of blue beneath
Pink clouds on navy skies, with orange stars like staring eyes
Golden bridge leads to clock tower bright, beyond the castle gate,
Through shining castle walls she stands,
Her heart beats in frozen time inside her flowing gown
Eyes that search for hands to touch, to take from wizards spell,
Her body that he snatched, held inside a rock of old
A doorstep now to his castle black, quantum leap I need,
As I watch children play under midnight skies
They sing of a time when their golden castle will return
To bricks and mortar, with a queen they can touch.
I cannot find a way to help. In silence held by wizard’s spell
To echoes beyond golden castles gate…
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These hollow walls, tales unfold
Time trapped in memory
Time ticks on, murders unsolved
Death awaits those who live here
Psychic band of travellers step inside
Woman’s bones they find
Beside her, small bones wrapped in cloth
How long they waited to see the light
The world to know of their plight
Father’s shame, for daughter’s sin
He lay beneath the wooden boards
Blessings now they say are held
Tears to send sweet souls to freedoms day
How many souls lie trapped in hollow walls?
Molly the elephant lay dreaming
of a snowstorm, a blue dolls house stuck in a tree.
Tiny white mice huddled there on the roof.
“Fear not, I will set you free…”
She pushed and shoved with all her might
The tree held fast to mice and house.
A voice was heard from high above
“There is no need to shake with all your might
The mice can climb upon your back
to safety, you can carry.”
All night she trudged through deepening snow
the morning light was waking slow.
The blue house stood to the right
windows burning bright beneath the tree of evergreen.
Her family waking, lived outside.
Her dream she told, her mother smiled,
“There are no mice outside this house…”
All my life I have tried to outrun the devil.
He is always a step ahead, waiting around the next corner
To make sure I don’t miss my next hell-raising event.
One of these days, I hope he trips over his own tail
Landing on that fork he carries.
Then I can get my life back…
Her touch is raven
Her lips are blue
I fear for the mind
What she can do
I cannot run
That holds my soul in place
She is the raven’s touch…
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My son decided he would take me out for the day
He wouldn’t tell me where.
We drove for a while and soon enough
I could smell the sea.
After lunch, we took a stroll down the local high street
Dragging me into a toyshop, crammed to the rafters and I worried I might be buried alive. I found a gold and blue trinket box.
The young man serving said it was a wishing box.
“Write your wish on a bay leaf”, he said. “And place it in the box.”
I had no desire to engage, so I paid with a smile.
Back home, I decided to give it a go. What did I have to lose?
Keep it small, I thought. I had seen a pair of suede shoes, over my price range and was hoping they would come down in price with the help of the wish.
I have my shoes now. The next day I almost broke my ankle when the heel snapped. I wondered, nursing my ankle, was it the wish or the box?
Where did the misfortune come from?
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Is there any place on earth that can claim to be untrodden?
The darkest regions of the Amazon would have had creatures crossing back and forth at some time in our history.
It is the same for the oceans, deep and dark, not made for man. Yet something lives there.
I believe it is the same for the planets that man cannot reach.
The cracks, the waterways, could someone have walked there long ago?
Our history goes back further than we can truly know. I have to wonder if there is a virgin untrodden ground anywhere in our universe. Yet give me a patch of untrodden snow, I will stop and think.
No footsteps, untrodden, pristine, white. My mind tells me the snow that has fallen today, made by frozen rain, has been with us since time began. It has fallen many times before and will keep falling, it is not new.
However, this beautiful patch of diamond carpet of fresh snow has no footprints. I will tread there and leave my mark. Just in case there is a chance, some small part is yet untrodden in some distant past…