Tag Archives: Poetry

Poem: Summer’s End

Posted on October 25, 2012 by Jenne

Summer’s End by Jenne Micale The cold wind comes, embracing. The lover of frost the harbinger of fall. It hides beneath the old green leaves waiting. Skin prickles at its embrace as the poplars shed their rags. Herald of the … Continue reading →

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Harvest Song

Posted on October 16, 2012 by Jenne

Harvest Song by Jenne Micale Come, the harvest – with its gold braceleting the furrow. The dowry of mankind, warding off the winter that lurks unseen, a ghost from a nervous child’s dream. The gold mother comforts us with circling … Continue reading →

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The Bard’s Path: Storm

Posted on August 7, 2012 by TopazOwl

Storm by C. L. McGinley Let me be the compass With which to chart your journey Through the darkness of this night; Without the shining stars to guide you, Set your course by me. Let me be the beacon That … Continue reading →

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Song to the Young Son

Posted on April 26, 2012 by Jenne

Song to the Young Son By Jenne Micale Aonghus of the hidden birth Aonghus of the flowering tree Aonghus of the lovers doomed to meet in the darkness secretly Aonghus of the rising sap Aonghus of the green of May … Continue reading →

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Paradox

Posted on March 18, 2011 by Jenne

By Jenne Micale Look: the weathered wood of the barque rides the leaf-green sea. Look again: the white foam streams in the wind, mane of mares. A chariot skims the grass-heads. Birds fly silver-scaled. Another mystery of the road poured … Continue reading →

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A prayer for the hours before dawn

Posted on October 31, 2010 by Jenne

by Jenne Micale In the moon just past fullness, a crescent pared from its belly, remember you are blessed. In the white of night when none sleep, remember you are blessed. When the owls call out the small creatures, driven … Continue reading →

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Waning moon, void of course

Posted on March 21, 2009 by tony

By Jenne Micale bones crack as winter rides the body she rides the weak steed into the white road sap cracks and sputters in the white fire of the cold without spark, without light and in the east, a wan … Continue reading →

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