In the Mystical Forest

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I can still taste the elixir she gave me, made of green plants

tasting of berries.

Light flickered through my mind

as I closed my eyes,

while birdsong filled my heart,

lifting me.

 

Note: This is an experimental poem on the senses and meditation.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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The Apocalyptic Journal

 

wild poniesI’ve started writing a new series of very short stories, and poetry with an apocalyptic or post – apocalyptic setting. The Last Fish was one of these. I have written in this vein before and really enjoy it.

In these poems – stories you will always see something positive in spite of the end of all things taking place, or having taken place. And you will see some influences from historical Native American – First Nations stories.

Let me know what you think. They will not always be centered on beauty and nature which are ideas I’m known for I guess. They are absolutely an experiment though. They are not always related, but some I think would make a fine novel!

Thanks for reading, and let me know!

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies