Rhyme for Entering an ElfdansIron magic, rowan tree,Rhyme for Entering an Elfdans by CyberPhantom
Marjoram and thyme:
Run the circle deosil
To the count of nine.
O you Faerie revellers,
Respect a dreamer’s right
To cross the circle fearlessly
And step into your sight.
Campfireku1.Campfireku by CyberPhantom
We wove ouselves dreams
of love songs and passion plays
sewn into scansion
and lay together
on a bed written in verse
blanketed in words
We both whispered tales
from firesides and desert plains
warm on our cold skin
and lay out against
the curve of the earth, the night
bright in our firelight
Worlds grew, blooming out
warm from our hot fiction's fire
fanning fast the flames
and we melted words
in our new stoked furnace fires
and forged new legends
The Prince of MothsI dreamt myself a Prince of MothsThe Prince of Moths by CyberPhantom
Upon a brittle autumn leaf;
And, though a novice in my state
Of wings and things, I found I took
Quite readily: I fashioned up
A crown of thorns and glittering moss,
With a pile of blossoms, laced with webs
And iridescent spiders' legs,
With feathers glossed with gossamer
And freckled dew of violet hue.
Thus decked, I leaped and left my leaf,
And viewed myself in silver pools;
And reasoned that a moth like I,
Of state and breeding, should desire
Estate and wealth, and thus acquire
An industry and beauteous bride.
I fashioned in a hollow tree
A quarry for the ants to mine,
With beetles as their keepers, set
To dig for me for treasures fine:
For gems of old, and treasuries
Of elven wealth and fairy gold;
And deep they dug, and so brought forth
Fine trinkets rare from ages lost;
And with these I could set me up
As a business-moth of fine repute.
I forged myself a partnership
With a voluptuous spider crab,
Grown rich in sales of mollusc oil,
Who promised m
I Hate Blue PensBlue pen, the scrawl of mediocrity!I Hate Blue Pens by CyberPhantom
Blue pen, the curse of all mankind!
Blue pen, the scribble’s second fiddle:
It’s only blue pen if that’s all that you can find.
Blue is apathetic, sits aloof, depressed, pathetic.
Blue sags; Blue sighs; Blue hasn’t the will to properly cry.
Black swirls thunderclouds, smashes TV sets, sends death threats.
Black swallows cities, fills corridors, clears dance floors.
Blue is for the Virgin Mary in the airy fairy manger scene.
Blue keeps her docile; Blue keeps her silent!
Imagine a Mary all in black: the clean cut of a business suit
Calling out at the feminist meeting
Damning the misrepresentation of women in the Bible:
What things would that Mary have to say!