Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Blackberries They came during the darkness when the moon hid behind clouds, stole the enchantment and hid. Their descendants paid the price as strawberry fields lay barren and dry under a cloudless sky. They fled and fleeing ran into the Queen and begged for mercy. She smirked and demanded the enchantment back to feed them and spare their lives. Now their land was verdent, but The Berry Queen had covered it with thorns. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.202] (2.agosto.2021) For "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2023-2024)" Write a poem that includes two of the following words: star, night, berry, fairy, queen, enchanted, cursed, moonlight, thieves. Required line count: Minimum 12, no max. |