Valley Song
winter lives in these mountains
and visits the valley twice a year
ancient crowns are sold for songs
and cellars are paved with altar tiles
hope is reaped from barren fields
to feed a family of three
on a table set for four
wiry hands light a candle
to lead the pilgrims' way
dust gathering in tiny footprints
winter lives in these mountains
and visits the valley twice a year
ancient crowns are sold for songs
and cellars are paved with altar tiles
hope is reaped from barren fields
to feed a family of three
on a table set for four
wiry hands light a candle
to lead the pilgrims' way
dust gathering in tiny footprints
----
ink seeping
into
the paper
hungrily
swallowing up thoughts
into
the paper
hungrily
swallowing up thoughts
----
as the raven settles
on a rain-soaked branch
quivering air
the window glass breaks the pale sun
into a rainbow
on a rain-soaked branch
quivering air
the window glass breaks the pale sun
into a rainbow
----
Realms Within
A fractured kingdom dwells in me
A hidden island, a cartographer's blind spot
All the winding roads to my soul
Submerged
A whisper from within, a quiet sigh
Like a secret held close to a lover's chest
Surrounded by empty shadows
Unmoving
Isolated in time, a suspended breath
Each day without words
A new, sharp-edged gem in my crown
Of Solitude
A fractured kingdom dwells in me
A hidden island, a cartographer's blind spot
All the winding roads to my soul
Submerged
A whisper from within, a quiet sigh
Like a secret held close to a lover's chest
Surrounded by empty shadows
Unmoving
Isolated in time, a suspended breath
Each day without words
A new, sharp-edged gem in my crown
Of Solitude
Simon Kaeppeli is a scientist, educator, and writer. His work was published in Better Than Starbucks, Spark to Flame, Discretionary Love, Down in the Dirt, and Carmina Magazine, among others. He currently lives in Scotland with his senior cat.
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