Route to the Otherworld

The route to the otherworld is marked,

They say; look for a lamppost or

Crossroads or spirals.

You may find your way there

In a certain slant of light,

(Or anything that shimmers) or

At dawn perhaps, or dusk. Mirrors

Might be useful and liminal spaces

Are always a good bet,

As are the pages of a book or

Even just a simple word, though rhymes

Are rumored to work especially well.

Search out toadstools and tidepools,

Old stones and holed stones and strange

Colored leaves. It is said that

Imagination would probably help, but

There really are no set rules for wanderers.

The only thing necessary is belief.

Snowdrop Series

Because they are one of the first harbingers of Spring, here is a PhotoOde to Snowdrops...

Cheers to the first brave and beautiful buds!

Dulce et Utilis

Iron shaped into curved bliss,

Flame-kissed and hinged,

Weathered and timeless...

Metalsmith love, now

Home to a layered library

Of hopeful hand prints...

And a reliquary of tales
Forged by the collective echo
of "May I come in?"



Noted Vocabulary

Of course we call them notes.

Plucked, bowed, sung,

Whistled, hummed, each

Sound a tiny message,

Sometimes strung together

Into paragraphs of melody

That speak volumes in

The language of the heart.

The white stuff is finally starting to melt here, and the snowdrops and daffys are poking their way through the soil. The birds have returned as well, filling the morning with song. That is a message I happily understand ~ March may be a fickle mistress, but Spring is on the way!