Maritime A ghost ship sails a voyage through fog and time a glimpse before vanishing into its own mystery while the land carries her ghosts from the smear of remembered violence echoes of battles and the lost the maritime call of death's dark frost rolling over the surface of the waves haunting those who remember … Continue reading Maritime
supernatural
“The Thing with Feathers”
"The Thing with Feathers" Dickinson named it hope a birdlike description to call lightness to mind but the thing with feathers is only the vaguest outline vultures have feathers raptors do as well what is hope? some bird of prey, perched in waiting readiness to swoop and pounce? Dickinson gave us language of comfort and … Continue reading “The Thing with Feathers”
Furies
Furies Justice comes not from men on a bench and life has no consequence like those meted out by women Furies deliver the balance risen from blood and released upon the world retribution will be had wrought by women's hands - Caroline A. Slee
The Secretkeeper
The Secretkeeper She locks the doors impenetrable every whisper under lock and key a sacred task standing outside of time the guardian of every confession and witness to every mirth or grief the secretkeeper holds silent standing watch over every word - Caroline A. Slee
The Dragon Sleeps
The Dragon Sleeps There is no pattern to the silent years no catchy tune to commemorate time but a dragon sleeps banking its fire until the appointed day The silent years are not peace instead suppression of voice and objection but the dragon sleeps so the corrupt rise false cream poisoning the cup The dragon … Continue reading The Dragon Sleeps
Emerging
Emerging When night falls upon the sea and the wind rises to drown sound they start their slow climb emerging from depths we do not see When the day rises across the sky and the waves roll to shore creatures unseen return to their depths hidden from every human eye - Caroline A. Slee
Druid Tree
Druid Tree Beneath the wishing tree the elements gather a congregation of magic ancient voices whisper through rustling leaves above light flows broken along the wind lifeblood flows through timber every century living in that space holding the prayers of ancestor and stranger alike time stops beneath the Druid Tree - Caroline A. Slee
Talismans #MondayBlogs
Talismans #MondayBlogs We ward off the evils turn our faces from ill wishes and still they persist the whispers behind hands the snakes in the gardens we shore up our defenses with talismans and charms carefully planted thyme horseshoes at the door the eyes to keep away the evil gaze we are modern and removed … Continue reading Talismans #MondayBlogs
Veils
A throwback to what Halloween was
Painted Skulls
It’s spooky season