Standing stonesStanding stones by jade-pandora
the ghosts of stone trees,
and Gaelic calligraphy
like the witches of Hamlet
with robes concealing their forms,
their wind-blown altar
with shadows stretching,
barren and lichen-strewn
Rain gardenThe petals are all painted redRain garden by jade-pandora
the color of sweet passion.
Flowing silver rivulets
down paper leaves turned ashen.
The flowers rare and seldom picked
bloom once each lunar phase,
its waxing light among them mix,
giving them their ghostly haze.
Gentle showers, piercing flight
with sudden claps of thunder,
till, once again, returns the night
to hide away its plunder.
She never felt its blackened soil.
A deluge lasts the whole day long.
Unaware, the gardener toils
for whom these branches once belonged.
Reaching, and embracing her
with spangled rain adorned,
brings the scent of ink that stirs
a love she's always worn.
The PhotographerThe PhotographerThe Photographer by Trisaw1
Rain clouds in the distance, dark and gloomy gray
Billowing puffs hanging above the peaked mountain heads covered with snow.
He sets his tripod down amid the sunflower field, legs staking the ground
And crouches behind it still.
The silence, golden before the rain, as sun shines still from his right.
He looks through the lens at the distance, taking aim with his mind…his fingers adjust
Focus. Patience. Focus. Patience. Breathe.
Nature freezes for a moment. But the dynamics are too strong, and the thunderheads roll on.
A flash of brilliant light white followed by stillness. He adjusts aim and waits…
The sunflowers before his tripod bend to a breeze. Later, not now, for those are for another picture frame. Right now he wants the mountains and thunderclouds in the distance.
The thunderclap booms an echo on the mountain ranges. Time is of the essence before the rain comes,
But the clouds will not behave just
ElvesElvesElves by Trisaw1
Naming swords after great acts, great deeds,
Smiths and craftspeople produced the finest quality,
Warriors, princesses, princes, angels, artists
…above dwarves, above Hobbits, above Man…
skilled, fair, noble, wise beings,
watchers of the land.
Older than most beings that pass through
the Great Lands of Middle Earth.
Silent in their ways, powerful with their gaze,
Masters of medicine, languages, signs and stars,
Supreme magic workers by far,
And those who encounter them will know
These are immortal beings, guardians of thousands of living souls.