If Glass Could Talk

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Image By June Perkins for Jacque If only all the tiny shards of glass bottle brown wine green yellow and purple orchid swirls could talk What would they say if fragments realigned knit themselves back like broken bones entwined in casts and heroes walked? What if the paralysed could miracle…

Mona Lisa’s Bones

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Do bones want to smile Once the flesh is gone to become One with the earth? Do hands want to touch The freed soul that flies from bones One with the heavens? Beauty’s canvas dies The paint covers abstractions Becomes impressions. Impressions of life Like a lost butterfly’s wing Fade…

Bush Knife

Originally posted on Following the Crow Song:
It’s under Mum’s bed to keep away the burglars.   Mum’s companion and stand in body guard, connecting her to home is a short flat, fairly blunt blade gaining it strength from the way it’s held and thrust. And yes we do get burglars, but I sleep through it…

Merida

Originally posted on Zedetta:
Merida (c) Pixar, Art (c) Zedetta