The Little Sprout
The fairy tale begins deep in the magic woodland. The story unfolds in poetic form as The Little Sprout tries to find his path in life. What will he decide to do? What will he become? What would you do, if you were a sprout? Fully colorized, featuring art by Muse.
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Medusa’s Meadow
Be still the moonlight in harbor’s dim
A tepid mongrel soul does serendipitously swim.
I flutter neath life’s mortal sleep ~
Faithfully keeping secrets of the deep.
So she bade us welcome with her serpent’s demonic hiss
We recoiled instantly with a sight such this.
Medusa whispered in your ear all your hurts,
your horrors, your fears.
United we stood firmly in the light ~
Daring not to pass from our meadow into Medusa’s black of night.
She watched us with beady eyes that swayed a reptilian dance
Little by little, I felt your body waver in a metronomic trance.
She smiled wickedly and with a darting of her tongue ~
She softened her hissing to a liar’s preening hum.
She sung to you all your joys, your wants, your hopes and spoils
And your love flickered but for an instant ~
but indeed the deed was done.
For in that one moment of betrayal, Medusa’s seduction
had now won.
She pulled you to her meadow where pestilence was seed ~
And harvest was the human hearts from which we all bleed.
I stood at the meadow’s gate mourning in the sun ~
While you my love were gnawed upon the deceit of the one.
With sword in hand I charged forth ~ To grapple in the bleak ~
To traverse all of hell for the true love I seek.
But nay…my victory was not to be ~
For as I raised my blade, your voice contently bade me stay ~
Your hands unyielding, held my armament at bay.
This tale will not find me in Dante’s dark abode ~
And though I am dead, I am no longer alone.
For Neptune and Poseidon, gave me shelter from the green.
I await the gates of heaven as I swim within the sea ~
And though I am forgiven ~ From your love I shall never be free.
(muse)
“~ i cried alone ~
~i cried alone ~
‘neath the milky moon of home
the music played and languished
upon the midnight clouds
and yet, i lay grieving
in my widow’s shroud …”
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poetry slice from the work entitled “Midnight Dancer”
from Anthesis book of Love Sonnets by Muse
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The water is the fish’s element;
Take her from thence, none can her death prevent;
And some have said, who have transgressors been,
As good not be, as to be kept from sin.
The water is the fish’s element:
Leave her but there, and she is well content.
So’s he, who in the path of life doth plod,
Take all, says he, let me but have
The water is the fish’s element,
Her sportings there to her are excellent;
So is God’s service unto holy men,
They are not in their element till then.
John Bunyan
My painting inspired by the famous poets of days gone by ….
unquestioning automatons
blinding marching to the beat –
an eerie crunching sound
hoards of shuffling feet –
i call upon the power
to find a respite; a solace
a heavenly retreat
#writing to ease my soul …
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An expression that is amazing in its construction and so relevant to me atleast as to how i see things today. Thank you Pansylee. your poetic mind made it powerful and appealed to the core of my being !!!
Yes, Sai ! This is what I feel & hear 2day as 2 much the world seems determined 2 encase itself within a shell of ignorance, numbness & complacency. The soothing solace of heavenly respite & soulful retreat; offers sustenance for another’s day…when we the armor once more. GBU
I should remove that apostrophe … ah well 4 am tweeting will get me every-time !
hey never mind ! we all live in this same glasshouse !
This whispers peace into the tight corners. Bless you and your poetic pen⚘
And just like that HE shows up Comforting me, consoling me Relieving me of all that had me froze up How could I but glory in HIS love for me I shall forever praise HIS name Ever since HE came into my life, I am not the same Forgiven and loved Saved and gratified I belong to Jesus
Amen >>> Loving that Reverend!
Have an awesome day my dear friend 
You too >>> Truly hope your day is beyond BLESSED!
brilliant!
Loving & treasuring your words, blushing/humbling! Loving you ~ comments or none dear SISTER … Your pen reminds me of this … “Keep telling, keep telling, Of Jesus and Heaven above; Keep telling to others you meet on the way, The wonderful story of love.”
Amen! Respite & Retreat!
I offer up an entreat to Heaven’s gates that you may be embraced by both Rob! GBU @ArbEvMo
Awww, so much needed, and so incredibly thankful for you sister. Keep writing 
Wonderful 
Ever truly Appreciative !!
Beautiful souls floating around us in wonderful orbits
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