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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Celtic Poem by Muse of Poetic Pastries
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 ….
You my love ~ are my cartographer…
Drawing lines about my heart ~
Sketching rivers ~ that flow between…
The mountains as they part ~
Intricate pathways ~ secret trails…
Undeniable passion ~
It is my form ~ now your parchment…
Inked forever fashioned ~
(muse)
~Butterfly Kisses~
~
Aged imperfection ~
Stitched upon my face…
Years and years ~ Of wisdom…
Earned by Holy Grace.
Quiet solitude ~In a humble home…
All the family scattered ~
Like nomads ~ Do they roam.
Then a gift ~
Sent from above…
A memory ~Pure and tangible…
Wrapped in innocence ~And unquestioning love.
A butterfly kiss ~
Lands gently upon my cheek…
From an unseen child ~
A kiss most sweet…
Heaven grants grace ~ And tears follow…
As youth revisits ~This tired empty hollow.
~
(muse from book Enigmatic Evolution)
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