The Shining Ones look not on me
a simple hedgewitch by the sea.
My companions are the crabs and gulls
and the pretty flotsam on the shoals.
No stern Neptune at this beach
nor Aphrodite’s playful tease.
Here the Little ones frolick and play
while in the Deep, their Elders stay.
And should Posiden roar ashore
We shall appease Him even more
This demesne, this lonely beach
has naught for Great Ones to seek.
There’s only a hedgewitch and her Friends,
playing in the moon and sand.
Cole Park Cove, T.L. Ryder 2017
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In which our hero does his world’s equivalent of “Hold my beer!”
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I don’t remember how you smelled,
nor the sound of your voice.
Your face is a distant memory,
your laugh– lost to time.
I only remember the terror, the hiding,
the always looking over my shoulder. . .
for the next phone call at midnight,
for the next foul thing to appear at my door.
Hurled words and objects were
your idea of “love”
Grab, break, hurt, mock. . .
pretend it’s passion, destroy it all.
Nothing left of “Us” but your malice
A stain of what I thought we were.
There were, are, never will be
memories of YOU.