silken (Remove filter)
Time
Time
Time lies like a guardian angel,
lost in a past
that shall leave a trace,
safe within the pleats
of this life's fabric.
Look and remember
a white poppy's petal
that brushes gentle as night
across our peaceful faces
with silken care.
Chris Hubbard
2018
Tuesday 11th December 2018 3:44 am
Scheherazade
This is my humble commentary on that matchless Middle Eastern and Indian story-book “One Thousand and One Nights”. Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov's symphonic suite of the same name is the perfect musical accompaniment!
Scheherazade
Tell me, Scheherazade, how you fled
the evil emir like a bleeding lion,
his twisting, vengeful face now full with
requieted lust; your wisdom shines
...Thursday 19th October 2017 8:34 am
Recent Comments
David Franks on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 38 of 230: THE TOURNAMENT OF ROSES
1 hour ago
Tom Doolan on I Miss You So
6 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Well-Traveled Heart
8 hours ago
Auracle on The Comedians
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 38 of 230: THE TOURNAMENT OF ROSES
10 hours ago
Auracle on Haiku for 2025 [N0. 41. Black MPs Fair Game]
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku for 2025 [N0. 41. Black MPs Fair Game]
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Mahsa Amini
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on To The Many [on Parliament Square, 6th September, 2025]
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku for 2025 [No. 38. Why I Don’t Like Mondays]
11 hours ago