Categories: ~Quill to Parchment~

• ~Hasten Little Maiden~

  Little maiden why dos’t though tary?…
  Little maiden do not be wary…
  If thou must rest…
  To relinquish thy fear…
  From within thy chest…
  Come hither now…
  And linger ‘neath…
  The old tree’s bough…

• ~Cradle of Solitude~

  For we know not…
  Why our tribulations…
  Are given as such…
  Our fragile forms…
  Created from the dust.

• ~Brahma & Airavata~

  Long ago in lands of golden sand…
  Brahma turned to Saraswati…
  And gently kissed her inked hand…

• ~Gleaning Granules~

  She saw the fuzzy granules…
  Costumed pollen dusted capsules…
  Imprisoned upon their stems…

• ~Git’er Done~

  As the morn’  began to break…
  A problem there was sure to face…

• ~The Bane~

  She stood at the bow….
  Eyes to the sea…
  Her callous heart…
  As frigid as could be.
  Cold and obstructed…
  The mephitic aroma…
  Of her emotional melanoma…