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Isolating this instance Carving away the pain that surrounds it Trimming around the edges of desolation I carry this moment in my hands I permitted myself to feel; The warmth of your body The softness of your touch The steady beating of your heart There was simplicity, When you kissed my forehead There was affinity, When you held my face in your hands For a fleeting fragment of time, I burrowed in your illuminated caress...

The Mystical Pool Part III

Under the full moon, the old lion drank from the pool

The Mystical Pool Part III 100 fires dotted the hills. As they rested before the gates. Kingdom of Jewels lay before them. The pious gave up offerings to the Gods. Others ate and drank the fruits from the hills, not caring for what lay ahead for them. On this night the banners of the Golden Lion and the Grey Wolf fluttered in the wind. The Golden Lion paced through the camp, stopping to give a word here and there to the w...

The Mystical Pool Part II

As the mist cleared the full moon, the old lion drank from the pool

Six raiders and two ancient Triremes sailed from the Isle of Man. With the sun to their backs rows slicing the waves making for the Kingdom of Jewels. Under the banners of the Golden Lion, and the Grey Wolf, 600 strong warriors with thoughts of exotic lands and fabled jewels filled their hearts. It was dark times as evil rolled from the East consuming all that lay in its path. Fed by death, rape and blood the horde moved...

The Mystical Pool

As the mist cleared the full moon, the old lion changed back to being a young irish warrior

The Mystical Pool first in a three part muse. Throughout man's time there are stories and myths of lovers and soul mates.This is but one story, that distance lovers still to this day dream of undying love of another. This tale of love starts back during the great wars of the middle ages here on Earth. A great warrior prince from the East was blessed with a daughter. At the same time, a lowly woman on the isle of Man gave...

The smell of baking bread

Memories evoked from the smell of baking bread.

Hot ovens, red faces, melting butter on burnt eager fingers Breakfast is waiting, warm bread for babies: lovingly cooked. Hearty meal round our family table, blessing and chit chat; soup on the boil. Queuing for sweet bread in a Mexican side street. Time has no purpose here.