Omen: A Poem Inspired by Middle-Earth
I have come to the conclusion, There are no paths, Only one swollen river, Whose tributaries lead, To the same […]
I have come to the conclusion, There are no paths, Only one swollen river, Whose tributaries lead, To the same […]
Arthur’s Harrowing What would I not give, To hold you here, And rejoice in a moment’s, Limitless strength? What would
The Burial of Guinevere by John Evans With spade in hand, And heart in mind, I rend the goodly earth,
I am with you on the bridge, Of life and unlife, Where the shades of noon, Drift groggily toward Armageddon.
Shadows on the river, Pass before my eyes, Like visions of tomorrow, Few men realize. Shadows on the river, Drift
My brave child, Be at peace, And grow. Do not be afraid to dream, Though dreams come hard, For with
Good friend, Where can I begin? How can I thank you, For the truths you’ve given me. Good friend You
Shall we find peace there, Lost in the garden, Where the river runs sweeter than the cold hard years? Shall
I pick up the crumpled paperback, Hardly legible in the fading lamplight, Beneath a pile of rubbish, In a cheap
Beneath the tall elm tree where the shadow grows, I sat and pondered in silent distress, Admitting my faults to