[Soaring Feather]

Goodnight everyone.


My valiant knight
thy furrowed brow
tell stories not spoken
but hang heavy as your cloak
hangs from slumping shoulders
war worn, tired from bloody battle


of clashing blades, slashing swords,
yet holding forth a stalwart posture
of honor while bent from battle
on this night-come my knight
to your maiden's chambers tower
high away from the clamor
to the midnight hour of magic moments


Lay thy bloodied beaten head
upon the softness of my bed
and lay in peace 'til the cock doth crow
then off to battle thou must go


White Knight honor to uphold
bravely striding before the fold
leading your company to victory
and bestow your world with fealty...


bentfeather

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Love is a twisting —
hope and want and need and tears
braided in heartstrings.

(small piece written for a story I’m working on)