The clouds still lingered
amidst the emanating petrichor
of the green meadows post rain
a sign of another storm
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The clouds still lingered
amidst the emanating petrichor
of the green meadows post rain
a sign of another storm
Continue reading at Forgotten Meadows

“When the sun rose once again it was more than a new dawn for the world. A new order, a new era had begun.
And it was time.
We from whom the stars were seeded were sent to earth to walk amongst you. We wore flesh like a garment, clothing our immanence, choosing the limitation of your little lives as our place of working.
The people were nomads, chasing subsistence where the water rose and the animals ran. We could do nothing with them except seek them across the desert. How were we to teach them if they could not stay still? How could they listen if their days were taken by their need for survival? Indeed, we saw such violence and starvation in that arid land that even the gods wept.
It was a problem.
Famine and war had raped the earth and the people were little more than savages. The rivers were thin muddied streams and the wells had run dry. Animals died and were consumed and when all had been eaten you began to consume yourselves. Hooks were let down to catch the unwary like fish and they were slaughtered and eaten. Parents ate their babes and the graves of the dead were plundered for meat.
Yet we knew that upon the earth all things are perfect if only one has eyes to see. And see we did.
It was into this land that we came, my husband and I. The fertile lands? No, here there was little more than desert and desolation.
We called upon Tefnut who sent the rains and upon Hapi to release the floodwaters. We walked the lands, Osiris and I, teaching the people who were brutish and uncultured, knowing nothing more.
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Rain on the window
Dancing in a golden dawn
Storm clouds have broken
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Reblogged from The Story Reading Ape:
I am grateful to Chris Graham for the opportunity to write about my experience of compiling and publishing my “Selected Poems”.
Firstly, one might ask, why produce a ‘Selected Poems’?

In the case of myself, I have published 6 collections of poetry: “Dalliance: A Collection of Poetry and Prose”, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There and Other Poems”, “Refractions”, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, ” My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” and “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”. In addition, I have composed a number of other poems which do not appear in the foregoing publications, but are included in my “Selected Poems”.
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The ruins were all that remained in this long forgotten corner of the dark and far off woods.
The trees refused to grow upon those grounds as seas of grass covered all but the ancient tower. It seemed as though a curse lived within that soil and in the stones themselves, where even the animals would refuse to tread and birds forsake a perch.
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…Come together in this countryside, where so much has lately gone undone,
Come armed with wisdom and intelligence, together we shall utter the words of truth,
which heaven’s saints are wont to hear and they will come down amongst us…
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…We are now clambering back into Wen’s low slung car. “I have much higher hopes of the next one.”
“Which is?”
“The Virgin of the Ridge… Twelfth-century construction or earlier… presence of wall paintings…”
“Sounds promising. The presence of wall paintings seems to be particularly germane, don’t you think?”
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unperturbed
it faced darkened skies
you can’t take
away grit
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Little Grub was dreaming…
In her dream she was a butterfly,
flitting and fluttering about happily…
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The stone stands mute,
keeping silent vigil
o’er the sleeping Earth,
while the louring heavens
foretell the coming of rain
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