She glowed upon a soft horizon, The Sunshine Maiden. A warming, golden light That shone o’er Shivering hills and Truth bare-boned. No Hiding from the glint In her amber all-seeing Eye. And yet, no judgment There. Simply a place Holder shedding light On dark corners of Spirit. Healing. De-mystifying the Mysterious. Revealing, Through her bright … More Sunshine Maiden
Shakespeare June 23, 2001-November 21, 2017 ~*~ Dearly Beloved Dedicated to those loved and lost Dearly beloved … How can you have gone? One minute living your life, The next ~ no life to live And in my life A gaping, lifeless, dark hole Where once shone your living light. Oh, how I miss … More Dearly Beloved
Daily Prompt: Childhood Revisited Sure, you turned out pretty good, but is there anything you wish had been different about your childhood? If you have kids, is there anything you wish were different for them? ~*~ “You ask such loaded questions,” Valerie reacted with a hint of chilliness in her voice. “I’m not sure I … More Broken
Daily Prompt: Whoa! ~*~ “I don’t understand you. What are you saying?” The delinquent one stares me down with vacancy in his eyes. It’s as if I’m looking at a ghost; an empty shell of a man I once knew who is no more. He’s returned following weeks away studying for his masters degree. It’s Christmas break, and my birthday, … More Lies
Daily Prompt: Cupid’s Arrow ~*~ Thou art the breath of fresh air I hardly Knew to breathe when First we met. Healing of heart to my broken one; True in nature, and kind. My light revealed in thine eyes. My voice awakened in thine ears. My frozen feelings thawed by thy gentle warmth. My truth, with thine, reflected in the nurturing … More An Ode to My Love on Valentine’s Day
~*~ “There’s a gentleman I’d like you to meet,” announces my dear friend, Sara Bartholomew-McCreedy with a rustle of silk and wink of an eye. I’m a young, childless widow, thanks to the Battle of Vittorio Veneto, and this outing is a rare treat after a year of mourning. They say “Missing in Action” … More The Stranger
~*~ “The world is bent on destruction at the hands of those who would themselves destroy …” Grandma Rose raised her tea cup to her lips and sipped. She seemed unperturbed by her words, while I sensed my rose-coloured glasses slipping. “Fighting for peace is not the wise course, but those who know not … More Peace Rose
Solo Upon her comfort Perch she sits, Gazing out to Horizons golden- Veiled, and longing For the gilt touch Upon her furrowed brow. Not so far, the flight ~ But, ah, so Alone. The nest now but empty, A cagéd prison Of her untested fear. But, the sun ~ The sun does so beckon And … More Solo
Free Write Friday with Kellie Elmore. This house has a story. Tell it. ~*~ I wondered if it would be a mistake to come back; to revisit a memory that is long since buried yet yearns to be resurrected. Yet, here I am. I am not surprised the “Love Nest,” as my gramps used to … More The Love Nest
~*~ In Winter’s barren, snowy field I stand, My tender heart gripped tightly in his icy hand. His frosty breath across my naked soul doth blow, Leaving in its numbing wake a frosted, ruddy glow. * I didn’t mean to stand in Winter’s field so bare. When first I stood it blossomed green and lovely … More Winter’s Field
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 