Philippa's short stories/Poems

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Saturday, January 19, 2013

NATALIA'S DREAM

NATALIA'S DREAM Auschwitz-Birkenau, 1 st February, 1943 The bugle blared. Natalia Rosen tottered into the yard where the living dead had already begun to mass. A cart rattled into view. Its bearer halted and saluted Commandant Hoss. Natalia reeled; others dropped their gaze. In the barrow lay two... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

A MERMAID'S GIFT

A MERMAID'S GIFT I stroll by shores in mists of morn The harp lulls air; milk tides flare gilt. A sea maid sighs; her fish tail glints she signs my eyes; her jade ring heats and wakes the tale of grace long slain. “O lady,” I weep, “cast a red lock to melt dark arts and blast the crone!” Words bathe... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 31, 2012

WALTZ OF HALOS

WALTZ OF HALOS A swan ship glides and leads my soul to the blest hill of Zela's white isle. Her blue rose sings; it bears no spines I hear fire speak her wish for man. The glad sun bows as rays kiss earth a dark snake bleeds; the pure lamb reigns. I veil my face to greet love's gift and waltz with... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

BIRTH OF THE HALLOWS

BIRTH OF THE HALLOWS As jade spires glint in bows of lace old Tain clips gilt from grey silk plaits. He fans red wings; lakes brim with buds dew sprays the rocks; a rare harp strums roots bear high elves; palms hail their gifts. Tain drapes his light to shield the realm A surge of volts jerks earth... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 3, 2012

THE HERALD'S VISION

THE HERALD'S VISION The holy sage chants; fire robes a star Zor strides in snow; his feet trail soot. A maid bleeds light; ash mars her train the witch king sneers as puce gas coils and storms her mind to aid his plot. The high slave fades in halls of grace Zor's pure mask rips; iron stabs a lord.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, September 21, 2012

TODAY IS FOR LOVE

TODAY IS FOR LOVE A ruby dart sails, it sears my palm I feel the surge of glory and bliss. Larks waltz with doves to kiss my brow the mystic gate parts; all holy seals melt so halos may rise and paths shine true. Hark a horn blasts! Hail riders in white! O come dear prize! Call magic to blaze for... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

THE MARCH OF THE ELECT

THE MARCH OF THE ELECT A pink veil drifts; the fir trees bow as pearl globes wink and blue capes trail. Stars bead sun hair; buds flow from lips rapt faces spark gems; hands clasp to pray for cities of ice where acid rots men. Lead spikes stab faith; hate lobs her boils rocks groan in pangs; the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 17, 2012

THE DARK LORD STALKS

THE DARK LORD STALKS The gold mist sings; her comely gaze thrills A host of shades crafts runes and spells. Gales part her drapes; whines blast the hush ash hoods fall dead; fangs glint to snarl. Void eyes shoot rays; my soul sinks wan a hiss rips flesh; I whirl past stars. My body leaks slime; the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 15, 2012

THE DAY OF GRACE

THE DAY OF GRACE O high Lord wing with oil to bless the once lost heir who gored red eyes of trolls and ghouls born from fire's pit to rend his staff that flared at sea so the fair race might fear no blood. O haste white gift! Bring forth your crown ablaze in rich rose to hail the peace. Adorn his... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 26, 2012

THE BLACK ROSE

THE BLACK ROSE A fell bird spits; my gold rose wails Ice rots her glow and rays of love Her body is puce; tar spews from boils it stabs blest eyes that dim to die. A foul song whines; the foe gnaws flesh to gild his nest with gems of rout. His iron mob pulps the air stung red Barbs rage in trees and... 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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