The story of a heartbreak cast into words, moulded by emotions and a long period of grieving. This story was originally written for a different unfulfilled love that never came to be, but I returned to it after another more recent heartbreak that also fitted this theme.
Haiku written at the arboretum during an Autumn walk.
A haiku of the life giving late summer rain.
Part of my life cast in a Japanese tanka.
A Haiku – albeit riddled with a tidbit of philosophy.
An ode written for Fyr, bearer of the title of the Dark Prince of the Void and Night, whose realm lies among the Great Fir Woods, inhabited by his worshippers the deerfolk and various forest-fays.
With silence they arrived,
then a knock on the gates…
Pounding! We rise to feet!
There-there, howling rises.
They knock, they knock…
We are sitting in silence.
The wolves at the gates.
They have arrived at last!
O! Blasphemy! O!
And arises the hidden voice…