In the Flowers of Autumn


In the flowers of autumn, we can be delivered

as they ignite

a spark

deep within us

breaking open our stone

as a smile

reaches gently,

across our face.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies


Angel Talk

What would an angel say, visiting you in the middle of the night,

in the trenches of your devastation?

Would she put her arm around you, drying

your tears? Nah, she would probably say, “Get your boots on hon,

strap on your shield, and grab a hold of that sword

you know so well.”

“And stop staring at the javelins

in your chest.”

“Let’s get your fight on hon,

it’s time now,

for you and I to slay

some dragons.”


Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies