Flower Face
Original Poetry

Flower Face

You crafted me from blossom and brushand expected me to sigh and blush,but you forgot so many flowershave such fickle thorns.Beneath the shady forest bowers,by the will of your powers,I took first sweet fragrant breath,and…

Call of Herne
Original Poetry

Call of Herne

Hazy-eyed dreamer  You long to be  In the tangled wood  Amongst the trees    To feel the pulse  The forest’s charm  That pounding, that burning  The hunters’ drums Starry-eyed poet Arise! Awake! The Hunter calls…