Found: one sword rusted, chipped, bent How many red battles how many dead lives
December 2019 Poem: One Used Sword
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Desires for Youth, Glory, and Gold
A king desires gold;A queen staves her age;The princess craves power,But I grant none of these. My skill to readStarry maps of nightCreates nothing;Foretells only possibility;And grants no certainty. Points of light plot no destiny;glittering hope ordains no fate;Foretelling maps only through The black holes of the futuresWhere one falls. If you liked this, consider supporting … Continue reading Desires for Youth, Glory, and Gold
The Liminal Sea
This windy port draws the lonelythrough tufting tides between bowsand skiffs. Sailors and navigators plyunseen highways from this roughcity to another. To ride the whale road takes heartand luck and an empty home; none waiting. The space between ports liminalfull of risk, fear; chances to perish,and of hope. (c) Copyright 2019 by Kevin J. Fellows Consider … Continue reading The Liminal Sea
Hate: a poem
Hate What hate they spend on me I allow them to waste. Mine is not to give but take, and take all they expend, until no more is there life in them. If you liked this, consider supporting my forthcoming poetry anthology on Ko-fi
Fires – a short poem
A fire snaps burning cold, memories burn and scratch. What I’ve lived, unseen by kings and queens who marched us all to death.
