Awake ye fertile spirit: Rise!
Dance us the dawn, ignite fire with your eyes.
Conjure the face of the sleeping sun,
Dance away Darkness; expose all her lies.
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
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