Sweet Nectar an Anthology of Poetry
People too, I thought, grow thorns out of their pain, prick you when you try to touch, you learn how long, how sharp the pain. A blue heron, a blur of feathers in a cluster above its head, straight neck, eyes wide open, as if it wanted to dance on thin air. Only a close look reveals the net. A wall of red death sweeps through the forest.
Devarakonda Balagangadhara Tilak
What can a tree, what can a deer, what can a man do? Leaping bright orange tongues outfly falcons, plastic drips, iron melts, and what of flesh and blood. What once was the evergreen mountain, pines, oaks and terebinth, the flickering flashes of poppies and cyclamens, wild spirits dancing in an emerald world now turned ashen white, white rain on black skeletons. My Orders.
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- Spellhollow Wood (from The Cycles of Exile).
- “Such a Tiny Light”;
And the rays are stabbing me sharply. Hurting me. No longer warm and sweet but hot and sour. Piercing me.
Cutting me like icy splinters. This sun is too bright for me to see clearly, too red and swollen, like my eyes feel now. Black with shadows.