
Eye of the dark storm
Pray for our elevation
Embrace the changes
Copyright Francis 2020

Eye of the dark storm
Pray for our elevation
Embrace the changes
Copyright Francis 2020

Birdsong awakes me
Quantum field resonances
Calm amidst chaos
Copyright Francis 2020

The sea was writhing at Seahouses. Northumbria wild, voices calling on the wind blown from Hyperborean reaches.
And then you — your skin grey like a seal, matching your eyes, a lantern jaw jutting out like a promontory, unyielding.
So then why are you so kind? Because you are blind, like nature, the tempestuous oceans thrusting, reaching, for just one fleeting sight of your son.
Who brought me this far?
Providence cannot explain
Winter’s existence
Copyright Francis 2020

A cold, crisp morning
Jack’s been busy overnight
So let’s stay in bed
Copyright Francis 2020

Image by thankful4hope from Pixabay Tapping the bard’s evergreen of creativity, Imagery’s sap oozes inkwells of ingenuity. Priming narrative pumps of prose and poetry, Glitterati “magic e” syllables, hum in absentia, Cherubim choir metaphors sing, “Ars Poetica” Throwing jasmine rice in wedded couplet flare, As, personification dances iambic pentameter.
The Bard’s Evergreen – A Poem — Suzette B’s Blog