Literary Vegan

We feel The cold Repetition Of rain and Impediment But the clouds Are moving Change is conjured Above us Even in grey Colours Copyright LJ 2020

I stand inside the castle wall. Anxiety sparks over my skin, This electric armour Holds me still, Preparing. I close my eyes. I am a knight that quests Through the mind, For words that need Finding. Paper is stronger than you think. When I pick up the dusty scroll, And speak the ink, I start Riding. Copyright LJ 2020

The river hurried Raindrops were joining their brothers Bubbling over the rocks  In reunion Waiting water sprites Giggled as sisters emerged  Underwater Rock pool families quickly gathered their supplies -  Now the rain had come, They could run.  Copyright LJ 2020

I conjure words From my palms Into floating figures. I shape the branches  Of turning trees With letter leaves. I set sighing queens With veils of words Down gently. Ink mist plays Across my fingertips It is enchanted.

    Lightning forks the clouds Tridents catching cotton fish Sea above the ground Copyright LJ 2020.

In the forest there's a forgotten, forlorn pond, Where few ducks go, Ringed with moss covered stones And collections of twigs. All the boughs above are bent and bending, Curved canopies of tiny green and yellow flags  Signal the surrounding dirt path,  That I walk on. The water reflects the branches so that everything is framed, Leaves adorn at all levels and shades, Shading me. Wherever trees meet and bow in the presence of water, there must be magic, I think. Copyright LJ 2020.

Your eyes are black moons Mysterious to some But I feel safe near these Satellites that circle  My human world With immortal constancy. C. LJ 2020.

I didn't go far But I looked up at the blue space  In the sky And ran through it To a different place Than that with walls Or structure Moving is learning And I returned to the outlines Carrying a little more Of the  Expanse. C. LJ 2020.

I don't know what colour the sky will be Tomorrow  Or what places I will go to I'd laid out my plans in the clouds It seems, Surprised when the wind blew them  Away. I don't feel whole But enough of me is here To sit under the sky, Look straight ahead And be less afraid than  Yesterday. C. LJ 2020.

Her pearls are gone - They drift out of reach in the green water Black stones gather on the sand To adorn another queen. Her hands are empty - The sword is held at her As she reaches the surface, She is to remain on the rocks. Despondant and bloody, She looks into the lake Her reflection ripples away from the island And touches the mainland in the distance - Her magic reaches still. C. LJ 2020.

The outline of that crown Sank beneath the Sun And into the sea. Those castles now were Underwater cities. So, too water fell From her face To join the murky shapes Of memory. But with depth There is foundation - She summoned herself To the other side of the sea Where her own waves And wild horses Waited To be made or broken By their unknown queen. Copyright LJ 2020

Black fabric covers the Sun. Against her wishes, A blade of light breaks through The grieving walls To touch the white pearls And climb the lace leaves Until she is outlined in gold. Her gown glisters among solemnity As it also sung in ceremony She surrounds herself with shadows Yet she is displayed in the dark A white widow Lost in all she has lost, Already found by the crown she is. Copyright LJ 2020.

I thought love was a place. I looked everywhere for it I tripped over stones In my haste, Binding my wounds  While the sign posts  Faded, Forlorn. I found a place. But paths always continue Love doesn't stay -  It walks with you Over the stones And under the posts,  Moving, Along. C. LJ July 2020