My Poetry

King of the Wind

Soul-flier above
wings of fire catch the sun
hover in dawn's light
fly across the burning sky
with feathers alight
dancing between the shadows
of the fading night
arisen from his slumber
king of the east wind
surveys his desert kingdom
ride high on the wind
a dagger cutting through air
perfect symmetry
between agileness and strength
with a regal grace
containing ...

The Crows in My Head

I try to live with these crows inside my head
they fly inside me, they are the voices I hear
and through their black eyes they see a world painted red,
in a shower of feathers of anger with no fear.

I know what it must be to live with me
when we are never alone and I cannot be free,
my crows care only for dead things
sanity carried away upon the back of their wings.

This was inspired by a poem I read back when I was taking a class in contemporary poetry. I thought the poem was romantic and playful, but everyone else thought it was dark and disturbing.

The original, ran along the same idea as my rendition of it.

Pillow Talk

Your heart is mine!
I smile and roll over you
Your heart is mine!
I whisper, our fingers twine
lie to me and you know what I'll do
I'll run a dagger right ...

The Hyacinth Bloom

The first flush of lips
brought together
in a spreading warmth
of passion awakened.

Love born beneath
the sunlight,
with his radiating caress,
stirring unknown senses
Apollo in his brilliance
enfolds sweet tender
Hyacinth to his enflamed
breast.

The gentle lad with
dark falling locks trembles
with yearning at the touch
of his lover divine. ...

Written for a challange to write one poem for each of the nine muses. Calliope is the muse of epic verse, so I choose to write in a style which itself has a certain epic quality to it.

Calliope

She is the divine mother of heroic verse,
with her tablet at hand she sits bedecked in gold
waiting to whisper in the ear of aspiring bards,
the eldest sister of muses most gracious,
a smile curved upon her lips for words that flow from her breast, ...