A Fantazien Window

Imagination, Neotrepidia, Naturficial Wonder

A Fantazien Window

  • The Flowers of Venice

    The Flowers of Venice

    The flowers of Venice bloom without Earth,Balcony boucays vibrant with wonder,Exploding colours from archetectural forms.It doesnt take an inheritance of ground,Only a love of beauty to hold beauty,Rainbow bunches reflected in still waters,Above and below, every bloom is doubled,Geraniums remind us of nature’s triumph,Accents of jasmine floating upon the air,Wisterias, hydrangeas, petunias, pansies, Civil graces… Read more

  • The Poetess of New Moon

    The Poetess of New Moon

    Seconds are becoming thirds, A lie as white as snow – The angel opens her eyes,Psirens singing from shining sea,Her sky falling like tomorrows,Crashing into todays –But in every bottled message,The lovers are confessing, Flower’s are catching lightning,Silver belles dance on golden threads,Upon the Moon’s road to a dream,These precious and fragile things,Ladies fallow in… Read more

  • The Piper

    The Piper

    The call is answered by one and all,Men must tread where angels fall,We soldiers bleed, we lovers weep,The Piper plays that we might reap. I heard that song I will never play,Irresistible to this heart of day,Through the veil and come at last,Word from Heaven that Hell must pass, (for Walter Blythe). Read more

  • Love’s Abandon

    Love’s Abandon

    Selene is coming around again,With a little light and a little love,Drifting into our midnight dreaming,Reminding us a light is shining somewhere,That the day and its golden treasures,Awaits the seeker to wake the dreamer,To join in love’s quest for faith returned,And marry fate to the journey through life,Until we are revealed and remade by time,Forever… Read more

  • The Myth of Marginalia

    The Myth of Marginalia

    Reading and animations now at.. http://instagram.com/cordeliathings The close up magic of a snowflake,Is lost in the fury of desert whites,Painted red with blood and with time,On trial for murder and afraid to melt.But she was made beautiful by the wind,Delicate and fierce through the fall,Armies march across her in vainglory,For a glimpse of Spring’s felicity… Read more

  • Echo

    Echo

    The broken eye looks into me to pretend,This working mirror that flatters Mr Gray,Like a dagger twisting into his image,The pantomime prisoner of a moment,He is a silent shadow upon my stage,That drowns light in puddle mirages,Until I realize I am playing poor girl,And a dream is just time lying to itself,If we never wake… Read more