Tag Archive: Deep Poetry


LONG FORGOTTEN KNOWLEDGE….

Maybe there was a time, long long ago when vampires and dragons really did walk the earth.
Not the kinds from Holywood movies but the kinds that possesed a human form, unbeknown, or lived amongst us as any beast would.
Maybe there was a time long long ago that the peoples knew this and lived with this knowledge.
Knowledge now lost for all time.
Maybe there was a time long long ago when knowledge itself was different from today, and what was known then, is now no longer known.
Creatures and ways not of our understanding flourished amongst us.
Maybe there was this time long long ago, before the modern world, a time now wiped from our history books, for fear of what modern humanity would make of it.
Maybe part of that world still survives.
Hidden.
Maybe there was a time long long ago when the Old Ways were the only ways and folks respected that and were ok with it.
Embraced it.
I often return to those times in my dreams, in my night journeys, becoming one of them, following my blood tides and blood ties.
It is all there, in Time, like pages in a book.
Just as it ever was.
Open yet hidden from most.
Slip through.
Shapeshift into a reality that awaits the traveler.
What was, can be again.
Past and future are all one.
Times peeling bell forever rings me home
As I slip into that magical void between the earthly years.
Embracing whatever comes my way.
Respecting the hidden ways of old, the lessons given.
For long long ago is also yet to be
And what once was, is now simply hidden within realities placed outside of human consciousness…
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
1st December 2021
<moon.willow@ntlworld.com>

 

 

 

 

A Heartbeat in Time…

A heartbeat in time
A single breath
A sign to savour
An ancient word
A path to walk
Yet non to tarry
A taken oath
In blood not broken
A chalice of hope
A guiding Light
A weary pilgrim
Wandering home
From first to last
From dusk til dawn
An earthly crown
In heaven borne
A ticking clock
A rising tide
A trumpet loud
A clash of thunder
Clouds and sky
Both ripped asunder
Climbing Angels
Giving hope
Catch their hem
A foot on the rung
Alpha to Omega
Nearly home….

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’ September 2020

moon.willow@ntlworld.com

Roses in the ice…

I still picture the roses in the ice                                                                                                                                       Thinking i knew........

They haunt me still

And in my mind’s eye

I reach again for the soft petals

That shred with secret thorns

That face, that sad mysterious face.

A thousand years and as many tales told

Thinking I knew

But I will never ever know why he placed the roses in the ice…

May 2012