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.