Literary Vegan

How came I here Closing Boleyn's own curtains? I look around, speculative, silent, The ghost of a crown Still on my head, Flickering like the candles In the dark. I kneel in prayer My faith is a fire Higher than the fireplace flame - But I am housed in Treasonous coals. Copyright LJ 2021.

  The trees rebuilt the old stone church. Their trunks took their places among the pews,  Where the plant-covered pillars used to be. Leaves entered the window spaces  And wound around the empty panes That once pictured Eden. The branches, curious, felt along the wooden carvings of creatures,  Then let the animals in. And the treetops replaced the high arches, As they themselves bowed Their heads down in prayer. Copyright LJ 2021

Follow me, Robin  When the people come back And noise returns When I have to wear My other self in buildings. Follow me You sitting free on branches,  With me looking up Not thinking about everything  I am doing or have done - Just feet and roots and sun And you, singing. Copyright LJ 2021.

Pastel skies And pairs of birds The Sun appears sometimes, Soft like ballerina steps -  Previews of the scenes to come. But the cold still lingers Fingers are curled into cardigan sleeves. The interval isn't over Yet. Copyright LJ 2021.

Such statues we, Accused unjustly  Hold innocence  In stone -  Heavier than Our crowns That you made us Take down, Only now To be Lifted higher  In effigy For others to see. Copyright LJ 2021.

  I love poetry Because just one word can make All the difference Copyright LJ 2021

The same clouds are drifting That I saw a minute ago The light hasn't changed My feet haven't moved But I have just read  A simple message from you And now my day feels different,  So different, Because you made me feel Understood. Copyright LJ 2021.