That
Fire Goddess
That beckons flame
As soon
As she
Beckons the sane
In one matched scene
I have held canes
To crush
At the crust
Of the mountains
And dug
At dirt
Intimate soil
As wings came
And pulled
Tearing me away
I called
Vulcan!
I hear you
Just below
This ridge
Of humanity
As pages
Build cages
And deftness seems so far
I signal
Ritually
I call in code
Red
Fire
Boudicca gathering
Fortify
Enrich
Bless our form and function
Now
Forever
And especially
In the eyes
Of the Fool
Dazzling dimensions
Disaster proud
Eagle of the witching hours
Wild thought
And never caught
Safe Legend
I hold
Beholden to
This candid
Reconnaissance
Intrepid foul
Look out
Beware
Duck!
Out loud
Sliver slightly
Through the trees
Into the early
Cadence
Of the dawn
I saw it
Removed
My eyes
Promptly
Conjured
Protection
Covered
In cloaks
Flashbacks
Unheard
Headed
Back to bed
Exceptional
Reflection
Dipped in violets
Bathed
In anti-venoms
Hoping
That one crowd
Or 4
On horseback
Could
Extinguish
This
Patisserie
A Clue I picked up and added to the ‘lection “Clues”
Fresh baked from the fountain x-J
Harmful
Leave it be
Mosses lost
In forest new
The daylight brings no hare
The gripping vines
Sail deep as seas
Pernicious
As they dare
I while a way
The afternoon
Staring at my fairy cup
And hearing now
A whispered fair
It’s time to fill it
With luck
Feet on the ground
Mired in muck
Storm
In the night
Picked up signals
From the face
Never coming home
With the suitcase
Of future lies
Minutes after
Closing the eye
The day you came back
I knew
The never hours
Were never close enough
And the years
Chipped away
Only after you opened
The months
Fishing for grapes
After they rounded you up
And the wine
Your cheap excuse
Hop on home with it
Forever
Now I bind
The sheets
In the snow
As Ice
Grows off the roof
Never look
Never took
And the gripping
Flew out
The house
I see you
New low
There’s not another
Ten years
To go
Your balancing
On tip toes
Knowing
The ground
You tread
Now
Will be the one
You dig
Later
Can never change
Now
Little
Learned
One
The word cakes I’m baking
In the collection “Clues”
More from “flights” later ~don worry luvs
X J aka Painter Le Fay
This is one of my new cubbies in the studio…
Still a work in progress
It’s a gloomy day
Cloudy and such
The green sights
From my second floor perch
Is not diminishing
My mood
If there were
A characteristic
To shed light
Into the room
Into the gloom
I would need
More coffee
To explore
Or explain
Exactly where on the treasure map
We were landing today
It’s 9:40 am
On a Friday…?
I have a lawn-mowing video
On in the background…
Why the mechanical cacophony
Puts me at ease
I may never know
Is it white noise
In the key of C
???