Literary Vegan

Sailing across an uncertain sea, Her white veil trails  The wind of things to come, While her thick golden train flows behind Like the waves in the wake Of warm colours now gone. So she fills her cold castles With France and her beauty  In defiance of shadows Not her own And dances her way over stone floors  In riches, decorating herself  Her own throne. C. LJ Ireton 2019

The Star Knew We'd been looking  In the wrong places -  We did not consider  That light Would settle in Sawdust and shadows Where it was needed Most -  So she held out a hand In suggestion. C. LJ Ireton 2019

Seas shaped by syllables  Talking trees to life Earth made from whispers Forming wheat fields overnight Underneath spoken stars We search for echoes on the wind So we can speak your language  Into worlds yet to begin. C. LJ Ireton 2019

Cats are royalty And yet they make you feel like You are the royal  C. LJ Ireton 2019

Calm, calm The noise, the lies That fly around your brain In swarms A storm Halt the formation  Call them down Call them down  See, see The swirls of black That circle up and up To harm,  Attack Catch them reshaping  Send them back Send them back. C. LJ Ireton 2019.