Tag: poet

The look of poetry

Do you see me finally Her eyes asked unassumingly In this crowd of happiness I must confess, I’m no village beauty They darted to the other girl Everyone admired earlier.. Including me. Perhaps it’s my baby That you now see I dressed her special…

The magpie’s cult- a poem and art

The magpie’s cult When a playful magpie takes a bath Seeing that magic, makes wine of wrath It takes the wondrous joy of a child Adds carefree zest of a teen gone wild Shakes them together into a cult That of a free, inventive…

Raven and the sun

On my trip to Whitehorse, Yukon territory, I found my likely spirit animal: the raven.. Actually ravens are hard to miss there, no wonder the first nations have them in many tales, they are symbolic of creativity and tricks. Bald eagles are symbolic of…