Philippa's short stories/Poems

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Saturday, March 30, 2013

A LAMB'S GIFT

A LAMB'S GIFT A dark Lord roars and hauls the sun to his dead isle where moans rip love. Tides of gore surge as six fiends rise tails hurl tar rocks that spew green gas song rasps in throes; all coral rays fade. A horn blasts “Woe! O haste great lamb!” His sweet lance wings; three ruby nails blaze... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 25, 2013

THE STAR RINGS

THE STAR RINGS The fire snake lisps a pure dove's verse He melts high rings; ghouls blitz nymph realms. A holy tree roars; its noble wood rends orcs grind slave bones and gnaw stewed flesh trolls pulp swan glades with steel clad feet. In lilac gilt caves Queen Zida prays veiled the soot morn gasps... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

MOONFLOWER MAGIC

MOONFLOWER MAGIC A dryad maid glides to havens of elves and hails the lord who guards blest crowns that seal her reign with Bezin high faun. A witch elf glares; her heart shoots bolts fair Litze weeps blood; flesh grows iron spikes. The ochre shrub stirs as Bezin chants psalms its bulbs puff spores;... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

PRINCESS ZEVA

PRINCESS ZEVA The dark trees hiss and spit grey slime their bony claws stalk; green fangs mash reeds Eyes rage with fire; it sweeps pure realms. Fair Zeva bows thrice to bless her lake her child maids rise from star rimmed globes white souls of babes that fate dyed red. The holy girl casts a lily... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

SELKIE REVENGE

SELKIE REVENGE A seal skin glints on tides of froth by lofty jet crags that rise as spires. Don's old skiff wails; iron surf rams wood the fish robe winks; his rapt heart glows. He primes a net to seize his prize the selkie folk bark; rocks wince and crack a svelte girl sings; her raven hair sways... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 24, 2013

A SYLPH IS FELLED

A SYLPH IS FELLED The sylph isle booms; a black crone shrieks Her eyes are blades that rip tree lords. Green worms fire ice from Tira's coal plaits a fairy maid wails; white rock chokes veins. Frost greys the heart of Miza once fair her crown bleeds gems and grinds to ash tar stabs the gown elves... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 16, 2013

THE SWAN MAIDEN

THE SWAN MAIDEN A high lord thuds past glade and wood on his grey mare to greet the sage. Its stately hoof strikes a mossy oak root the jolt hurls Mera; his rent brow seeps. Eyes dim in swoon; wings gift him life he soars to realms where swan maids dwell. Glass halls beam stars; the holy birds chant... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 9, 2013

TO POESY, MY SPOUSE

TO POESY, MY SPOUSE I raise my quill to hail the muse and beg for wings that glint with runes. Walls bleed from pox; wind roars at panes ice gnaws my bones; a pale wick gasps. The yew desk groans; rays crown old stabs as fauns chide gloom and puff on scrolls. Verse pours rich oil; my dead lamp sighs... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 3, 2013

TULIPS IN THE SKY

TULIPS IN THE SKY Grief racks pure love; I feel dark pangs for my sweet prince who gilds the soil. Pink buds drape skies with silk from God and guide my soul to woods of grace. A veiled choir prays; trees hush their tales The rose lake chimes; I dance in light A white shade calls; his gaze fires... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 29, 2013

LADY OF THE HALLOWS

LADY OF THE HALLOWS A noble horse parts the iron storm clouds his snow wings nurse skies rent by tears He bears a maid born in pure rays A holy race bows to Luce their bride. The regal steed lands; earth brims green hope his gilt horn flares; sin roars and spits. New glory robes hearts; they soar... Sign in to see full entry.

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I am a member of the Milngavie Writers Group near Glasgow and I have written a number of short stories and poems. My subject concerns conspiracy and murder.

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