Farmside Tranquility

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Purple Vineyard

++++++++++Mistress Phoebe always grew green grapes on the wrought iron. From whatever tradition I did not know, but she always told me to make sure: the green grapes on the trellis, the purple ones on the soil beds. “The greens were best. Sweet for flavor, but green for sour.” ++++++++++I…

Nightfall Loans

Midnight silence forebodes a shadowy blue That distorts reality into fantasies of its own And within a night, the petal blacks bled through Like spots of supernatural undertones Sable eyes under moonlit night peeped anew To view a fabled valley to sadness-prone But before twilight coffers had chance to accrue…

Armor of Brittle Ice

Two soldiers joined battalions at dawn’s first yawn Amidst shouts of war, one wore one more ++++++++++To say, “Two layers should suffice” While the other hurried down the alley ++++++++++With his armor of brittle ice The first was second to fight The second was first to lead ++++++++++While similar cries…

Gates of the High Heavens

Time awoke for the first time ++++++++++Before the grandeur of the crystal gates While angels sought refuge behind the light A shadow slipped between the cracks ++++++++++Crumbling their columns of white < < < < < <     > > > > > > Lords Inherit | Witching Hour | Gates of the…

Garden Belle

In blind enchantment we stood Before idle shadows that twine, ++++++++++stagnant Behind morning light and underneath flower vines Verdant perfumes colored the air in breezes of shine As shine itself meandered d ++++++++++++++++++++o +++++++++++++++++++++w ++++++++++++++++++++++n +++++++++++++++++++++++onto ivory trellises It was a strange occurrence (For oft we never agreed) but amidst…

Witching Hour

When the moon grows to its potency And the shadow of silence descends upon the land, ++++++++++A sable callousness paints its black fabric Forlorn, for the ill omen we must all bear ++++++++++Can be seen by the witching hour of magic < < < < < <     >…

Lords Inherit

The stable boy found a yellow flower Though not as pricey as the chests of gold in the back A present for the princess in the tower ++++++++++And the princes grew green as grass You see, talkers inherit the fortune ++++++++++While the lords inherit just sat and glowered < <…

The Sailor’s Home

The house, amusingly, had been burned in a fire. The grandest of homes any man or sailor could ever hold in possession, all burned in the wraths of a log pit. Nothing remained of it but the twin chimneys and the torched brick walls, which lead from the foundation down…

Mossed Ballroom

Amongst our dimly lit soirée We reveled in sampled gloom Murky drays topple on the way Whilst we breathed such dreadéd fume A ball of crystal, we’d assume Saw the tragedy in gray Prepared the tools in the next room Had we known drays to sway But came the wagon…

Crystal Cake

There was a wonderful chime in the air that morning. Unlike the ordinarily heavy tolls, the sing-song voice of the bells complimented the choir; the quiet chatter of the townsfolk below refreshed the early day experience like orange juice to toast. All seemed dandy. It was, after all, her coming…

November

Past the warm spring music And into fall cornet I stand so deathly still And wait for autumn’s threat As green bleeds from trees And flowers drain their rosette My gaze shifts to follow The verdure’s solemn set Fallen colors ascend slowly Due the frigid wind’s abet ‘Mindful of blooming…

Council of the Dejected

I think it be best we all gather The minds of the wise, the hearts of the broken And form a council of dejected – Souls torn, emotions dead To comfort those new to such a wicked game I remember my pain, as old as it was But when I…

Shadow of a Dream

In unlikely hands, I was presented to a forgotten memory. I thought little of it at first, but as I followed the world down in rest, the sapphire of such thought beguiled an immediate focus I had never given before. It was under the crepuscular blanket of night I gradually…

My Red Box

I shot up. The gentle drift of the morning air startled me from my quiet dormancy. I knew it was more a dormancy rather a sleep, for I knew not where I was or what I was doing. The room appeared rather pleasant. I spread my fingers along the bed…

The Manor’s Guest 2

In centuries of Fychester tradition, sunlight had never been so harshly rebuked. Lord Darius ached from last night’s, well, childish tantrum of wallowing fervor — he would never again embarrass himself. Not in front of Anderston. He eased himself up against his pillows, intricately woven by a tailor up north,…

The Manor’s Guest 1

Godly rumors drifted down with the breeze as she, the lovely angel from a haven far west, beguiled the gates to let her in. The entrance had not stopped creaking for forty-four years, but somehow, at that very same moment she gently pressed the doors apart, the rust took to…

VERSE XXXVIII – XXXXIV 2011

Verse XXXVIII Your name will not be remembered. Nor your face, your voice, your actions. You are one of a billion girls, one of a thousand remarkables. Who will take the time or energy, effort or space to remember you? Stalison practically won the Italian campaigns, but he is not…

Midnight Falcon

++++++++++Myths spoke of a large falcon that transversed the night skies in silent shadow. When all the fires in the villages had dimmed, the falcon would descend from its nest high up in the cold mountains and glide over the valley, not for food, but for safety of mind. ++++++++++It…

Disconsolate Stories (Verses) 2011

Disconsolate Stories 2009-2011 Selected verses compiled in one story. Through struggles and eventual unhappiness comes an entirely morphed version of regular love tales. Traumatic at least, these stories, perhaps, are of relation to its Ultimate counterpart. They are born and developed under a certain period – one of which is…

A Couple’s Perspective

A Couple’s Perspective Christopher Denq 2010 The bright morning had shined its glow pretentiously in my face. The great outdoors breathed a sigh of welcome – flowers sifted and started dancing, leaves jiggled with pride, having shaded yet another person. The large P.E. field grass swayed to an unheard rhythm,…

Mistress and Traveler

It was Tuesday. She dined in an evening gown and an elegant feathered hat. All these pieces were stylishly refined in cut–not old, but not quite new either. She was, morning or evening, perfectly correct in dress; I had no doubt about it. Her whole existence seemed faultless, well timed…

The Pasta Haikus

The Pasta Haikus Christopher Denq 2010 The steaming pasta Its arrogant aroma Hits me in the face The strange utensil With a jagged-edged face It looks like a knife The mere confusion Eating pasta with a knife I sit there all day < < < < < <    …

A Painter Story

A Painter Story Christopher Denq 2010 The painter sits with determined aplomb. She rolls her sleeves with grace and readies her fine brush for a light dive into color. The canvas – oh that bright milk canvas! – is spread out perfectly upon the strong stand. And so brush kisses…

The Flower’s Endeavor

The Flower’s Endeavor Christopher Denq 2010 Wander the forest, trees that tower And upon the ground, I, a flower It stands tall, filled with splendor Stem thick, petals are tender Wow! How beautiful it did gleam! Like a gem perched in a dream But then I think the process how…