White Moon and Rose

The white moon
weeps the
color of night

and each of your
tears
is a star
upon the floor.

Red-eyed birds
sing
to your
red, raw heart

and take wing
in the rose-colored
morning.

Though
the color of night
still dreams on
your skin

dawn
dresses you
in softer
pink skirts.

Don’t be afraid
to carry them
both

the pines will
know

one who loves
still walks
in this world.

Red Rising

My mind colors
the moon

a red rising
in the night

that bathes
the black canvas

of deep,
secret water.

Those in the
starfish depths

holding tight
to seeming
solitude

surface

look up
and color

each other.

There are
crests of
roses

upon the sea

and the great
pulse of the

great heart
of the world

beats in our blood.

Blue Boy

Maybe it’s because
he reminds me
of something
I lost.

Maybe there was
a new boy
blue boy
I held to
my heart
and he held
me

maybe
that happened
in the midnight
moonlight
one night

and it was
the most I’ve
ever seen

of the colour
of night.

Now the dark
has deepened
and hid the moon

and I’m left
with the absence
of blue.

A simple poem- I hope readers enjoy it – a midnight sort of poem.

Blackberry Queen

I am a

strange queen
in a blackberry
robe torn
by thorns.


Seaweed
tresses
ribbon
my hair
and I am
crowned
by the setting sun
in a tree throne.


Laughing light
dances on
the river
-diamonds
no rich man
could buy.


I am charmed
by wildflowers
growing unlooked for
between trees
and I reject
the colors
of court.


They say
I am a
queen
without her
people


but I am your queen,
yours


and if all the land
were dry
I would make
it rain.


This poem is in honour of the Glynn Queen series- I have read Queen of the Tearling and The Invasion of the Tearling by Erika Johansen and thoroughly enjoyed them.

Owl Owl

Owl owl

soft in the sky
your white
strength
flies dark
wisdom
in your
infinite eyes.
You drift
a dandelion
white
as I
rooted to the
ground
know flight
in your
curling arcs
wings delight
Could I fly
with you
and leave
an empty wake?
Could we fly
until morning
without a trace?