I do fancy distant journey.
London, perhaps Paris, Turkey.
Be with me and share this whimsy.
Let's fly best way.
Day comes early so pack quickly.
Bird waits, what say?
Reservation, vaccination,
passport needed I should mention.
Cogitation, hesitation?
More time, one week?
Complication, explanation.
Release do seek!
We'll swing, tripping light fantastic.
By dude's side, a really fine chick!
Green skirt, jacket ivory cambric.
On plane, for me.
No one's better looking, you'll click
big time; let's see!
Categories:
cambric, romance,
Form: Free verse
The priest prolonged chants speaking somber tone.
Resplendent vestments white were cambric light,
embroidered gold with deep blue colors shown.
Man's mediator nigh in great God's sight.
Above, in gilded niches reredos' height,
wrought marble statues gave down sweet cast smiles.
Apse alter piece held candle flames all bright,
now throwing shades of light on floor's brown tiles.
Filled pews of people lined for chalice, Host,
then Jose, Dona Rose with daughter came.
Thus kneeling, waited priest and wafer toast.
To wait, receiving both in time the same.
At rails short stay, it wasn't she to blame.
For Arracho stood three near pews away.
Ave Maria! Eyes held same old flame.
Hands came together raised as though to pray.
Categories:
cambric,
Form: Rhyme
I do fancy distant journey.
London, perhaps Paris, Turkey.
Be with me and share this whimsy.
Let's fly best way.
Day comes early so pack quickly.
Bird waits, what say?
Reservation, vaccination,
passport needed I should mention.
Cogitation, hesitation?
More time, one week?
Complication, explanation.
Release do seek!
We'll swing, tripping light fantastic.
By dude's side, a really fine chick!
Green skirt, jacket ivory cambric.
On plane, for me.
No one's better looking, you'll click
big time; let's see!
Categories:
cambric, adventure,
Form: I do not know?
In flames she rises from the spray,
she's wove in waves and breeze.
Rhiannon echoes o'er the bay,
a lullaby to ease
the pains in ancient grief's sorrows.
She gently moves the wake
and mountains tremble as she goes
above the valley lake.
Rhiannon rides in robes of white,
where voices sing of old
as stones, reflect the dark of night.
Welsh Goddess to behold!
The Lady of the darkest moon,
and Queen of poets too.
Her mystery in ancient rune
to keep intentions true
The gift of Cerridwen remains
in magic's golden art
as inspiration's finest grains
and Goddess of my heart.
The Cauldron keeper by the gate
where I can seek her grace
and Cambric tongue shall celebrate
her smile upon my face
Categories:
cambric, faith
Form: Verse