A Fantazien Window

Imagination, Neotrepidia, Naturficial Wonder

Whispering Seashells

  • Ghosts

    Ghosts

    The blurring hues of yesterday,Dripping serene through my picture,Falling colours of a dream unseen – You wanted to start the lie over,But that tired world has ever been,All the magic from the endless well,Has dried her up like a dizzy spell,These sands of time now must look,Like torn and lost pages of a story –Once… Read more

  • Collage Degrees

    Collage Degrees

    Virginia says I’ve got to be looking out,For the little girl wandering in the valley,Still bringing up water for his sacred cow, Thinks to herself the grass is greener somehow. So she took a ride down to Berkeley square, Where the devil confessed he always played fair, And I mistook a nightingale for a dream,… Read more

  • Falling, Not Flying

    Falling, Not Flying

    This age’s forlorn, my beloved husband –How the wind and the stars played with us,And blew us from our dreams back to life.Our bliss could render the journey eternal,But in that devotion you followed too closelyTo the piper’s song, and danced to fanciful fare.And became as Ramesses to his statues,An afterthought of time beyond wonder.… Read more

  • Desdemona (Little Deaths Too)

    Desdemona (Little Deaths Too)

    Oh my dearest Desdemona,Silence buys a lot these days,Since my girls were overrun,By time and his flogged horses.In this murkwood field of dreams,Ed, if you’re still watching,I’m in the the the greening grass,With my little boy and my little death,Talking to the holes in the ground,Footfalls that never make a sound. Driven fierce under the… Read more

  • Little Deaths

    Little Deaths

    Silence buys a lot these days,Since our girls were overrun,By time and its dead horses In your mirkwood field of dreams –With a little boy and the little death,Talking to holes in the ground,Footfalls that never makes a sound. Driven under the fallen night,Here for the echo of her crime,No part of me wants to… Read more

  • The Cloak of Empire

    The Cloak of Empire

    Some courts won’t laugh,At an Emperor with no clothes,Because he is still an Emperor,A bloody legacy of conquest,Knack for violent monopoly, Centre of servile attention,A black hole that sucks,Everything around him into nothingness, The rule by fear and of fear. The man who is the law is without law – But the man who fears… Read more