Sketchwords

Moments 6 
rough water colour sketch of a wren sitting on a branch a mistletoe with a red bow above and in the top left corner the sickled moon

The moon
The wren
The mistletoe

Pray
Protect
Defeat a foe

Summer

Summer is in full swing
Songbirds stage a rap battle at 4 a.m.
Sun breaks through the blinds half an hour later

Gentle breeze barely noticeable
Goosebumps ripple skin
Growling you stretch next to me

Ice cream Sundaes fruity heaven
Intoxicating smells where ever you are
Ivy vines meander over the rockery

Lazy lizards sunbathing
Lightning bugs like nervous lanterns
Lady Luna lonesome at night

I hear the crickets in the cooling grass
Memory of the day’s heat tangible
I look up into the endless dome
Cathedrals don’t need to be made of stone

Bloodmoon

Out there
Over night
While we sleep
The goddess is bleeding
Nurturing the new year
Wolfmoon too
The howl vibrates
Calling the hunters
Breath formed to ice
The hunt laborious
Snow is high
Garnet on white
Blood above
Blood below
The new year awakens

The Same Stories

Hidden Island in the mist
A Southern Hemisphere Avalon?

The sickle moon is a chalice here
In their heart our stories are all the same

Just slightly tilted
To the right: waning
To the left: waxing

But it is:

The same moon
The same island
The same earth
The same people

Temptress Calling

The surge has increased her urgency
Evening wind moves the waves inland

The temptress is rising as the tide rolls in
Anemones stretch their tentacles in anticipation

The sea hollers her enchantment so loudly the bagpipe sounds like a lullaby Drowned out by spume

The gentle tug of the moon tips the water-bowl
Splashing icy spray over my naked feet
There is no mop big enough

Tomorrow morning I will be able to walk across the sandbank again
For tonight I watch the moon rising
Feet in freezing brine

An owl hoots