Travellers Beware.....

I have not been feeling myself of late, and if you notice

in this self-portrait, there has even been some

serious image corruption.

Obviously there is a ghost in the machine.

Could it be me?

I fear this reflects the corruption of my very soul,

and warn all travellers to beware.

I shall wander the earth on

All Hallow's Eve,

seeking freedom from

the spell that

has surely

been cast

upon

me.

Or

maybe,

just a spot

of

BLOOD.

Harvest Moon

Harvest Moon

The moon rises
from the milky bed
of her own luminescence
golden sphere balanced
on the horizon.
I feel the magic of the world.

Harvest my thoughts, oh goddess.
Through the planting season,
beneath bright sun and midnight shade,
with tears and sweat
I laid them down.

Dormant seeds,
some gathered from last year’s crop,
some given,
clutched tightly in my damp palm
and then released,
arcing into the fertile dark loam
of memory.

They crept,
vining their way
across time, space and
my heart,
until I was covered with
green.

Goddess, come to light the harvest.
Thoughts crunch
beneath my feet,
turn to brown
as the circle closes.
The moon is round
and she rises.

An invitation