Courage

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Courage has never lived in the tree branches,

nor in the brightest parts of the sun,

it has always dwelled

in the deepest parts of us,

 each and every one.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

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I Remember the Forest Speaking

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I remember the forest speaking, being lifted up with birdsong, woodpecker knocking

under the watchful eye of the hawk, and I will try not to dwell on the death of the colors

as I bury the leaves under my feet, instead I will look forward to the birth

and the snow that covers us, with so much peace.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

The Sword of Talon in the Mystical Forest

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But the sound of defeat finally took place, when the Queen removed the Sword of Talon from her side. By now it was so bright the entire night was lit, which brought more panic to the enemy. And just that quick, the Viscount and his troops ran for their lives, scattering through the forest.

Within moments the sword dimmed and returned to orange. Her troops were elated of course, but Queen Natasha was not so happy. She was sullen, having felt betrayed. As she pulled her soldiers together, they continued their journey to the coast.

She could not wait to leave this place. She would never again be bullied by the people of her own kingdom. She wanted to weep simply from anger, but refused to let it loose in front of the others.

At one point her horse snorted and she listened closely to the sounds of the night forest. And then she heard it, the sound of water running. She stopped, then dismounted and said, “Everyone wait here!” She was so angry she could slice the ear off of anyone that followed her.

It was the river of black rocks. “Was this entire place cursed?”……

    

Please check out my fiction blog the Mystical Forest, for the rest of story:

www.themysticalforest.wordpress.com

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Autumn Memories

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As the autumn quietly abandons the forest, slipping through the brush whispering

the trees are silent now, occasionally entertaining a ghost or a lost leaf,

and I remember My Love, some of our moments there, and you –

your face peeking through your big coat smiling

sipping pumpkin spice latte. A twinkle

still remains in your eyes,

of the brilliant reds

and the glow of gold.

       

And My Love you are so beautiful at all times,

I can’t wait to see your light shining again

in the snow.      

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Poetry and All Images © Copyright 2016, ancient skies