Melanie Bishop's Blog (5)

Vague lights flicker on the heath As shattered spirits glow to lure The bogs that call at midnight chime Where a forgotten enemy walks no more Thirst runs deep on the barren heath Vague mists rise and shadow the mind Singing so soft like sirens of the sea Continue

Free fall In a void Faster Faster Drop,Spin Will it end? Free fall So broken Lips blue Eyes wide Bound Blind Deaf Free fall Chilled pale skin Mist Fog Rise The circle turns And The tide covers a… Continue

Dark Matter...Angel Of Light born of dark matter...stardust..light mixed with blood-blackened dirt we come wailing into a void of death our days numbered-measured-named... woven in darkness, warp and weft the threads lengthen...a legion hand in hand a reaping has begun for this...this is his... some, gone before the spark is lit much mourned with tears...envy their road never taken...sweet brief luminous shimmering-pale spirits___ shine-bright...a beacon, a sign of glory then weary-weakened by… Continue

first frost treads silent cat like paws with death in mind seeds die cold cold earth Continue

wild blue cornflowers grow neatly in a row across a narrow patch of well tended lush green grass it is a tiny patch no wider then foot across nor longer then two feet at the most but love and obsession speaks in every blade of grass that grows, so perfect not a sign of brambles nor weeds and the bright blue cornflowers are tended with love at the head of the tiny plot rests a brilliant white stone a lamb and a weeping angel forever lie side by side while the cornflowers he loved so much nod… Continue