My Patreon, so long as it stays above ten dollars funded, in return provides the general public with a monthly poem featuring a mythical creature. There will be a random one every month (though that mean I first have to decide which book to randomly flip through) and sometimes extras. Patrons get access to patron only posts with seal/selkie related doodles. Welcome to page one of the poems. As each poem is released it will be posted here as well. I am considering a page for each year that this sub-project goes on. This poem project also gives a little additional depth to the various creatures that may or may not appear in the various story series I am working on with bits that might not appear in the stories.
Unicorn
Soft steps in questing woods
The scent of loam abounds
A shimmer dances between trees
Bringing maidens to gentle knees
Eyes locked in communion
Soul to soul the call doth fly
A gust of wind between them wends
And slowly regal neck lightly bends
Maiden’s hand shaking extends
A touch of flesh to velvet nose
A silver horn lances through her night
Setting evil dreams to panicked flight
In the distance trumpets blare
He reels round and vanishes
A vision, an illusion, momentary confusion?
Whichever, he has cleared away delusion.
Run then along the winding paths
Lone and proud to shining pool
To the wild forest’s dark and secret heart
From whence longing dreams doth start
The scent of loam abounds
A shimmer dances between trees
Bringing maidens to gentle knees
Eyes locked in communion
Soul to soul the call doth fly
A gust of wind between them wends
And slowly regal neck lightly bends
Maiden’s hand shaking extends
A touch of flesh to velvet nose
A silver horn lances through her night
Setting evil dreams to panicked flight
In the distance trumpets blare
He reels round and vanishes
A vision, an illusion, momentary confusion?
Whichever, he has cleared away delusion.
Run then along the winding paths
Lone and proud to shining pool
To the wild forest’s dark and secret heart
From whence longing dreams doth start
Wisps
Moonless dark night
by winding stream
Passing strangers
caught in between
The waking sight and
the sylvan dream
The wisps kindle
aloft, winking steam
Somber forest path
or lonely sea cliff
E’en out before
the tossing skiff
Leading the lost to
doom where looks stiff
Or homeward with
light and dancing whiff
Beware ye the
will o’ the wisp
The fairy lights
in clear or mist
An’ if a’wanderin’
do ye wist
Tread careful, lest
ye be missed
by winding stream
Passing strangers
caught in between
The waking sight and
the sylvan dream
The wisps kindle
aloft, winking steam
Somber forest path
or lonely sea cliff
E’en out before
the tossing skiff
Leading the lost to
doom where looks stiff
Or homeward with
light and dancing whiff
Beware ye the
will o’ the wisp
The fairy lights
in clear or mist
An’ if a’wanderin’
do ye wist
Tread careful, lest
ye be missed
Song of the Phoenix
In the morn I rise
A blazing sun of glory
Golden eyed and shining
A feather dropped quicks the dead
And my wrath the desert dread
In the morn I rise
A gleaming star of heat
Wings spread wide to the sun
My tear cleanses grievous wounds
Perhaps grants some other boons
In the morn I rise!
My wings beat against the skies
I make the winds to storm
And through the years I sail
Aloft, a-wing, and my approach hail’d
At night though, I fall
Worn and tired by the day
Mine 1,000 to your but one
I am grown dull and wear, at last
On my pyre nest I will softly rest
In the night, a fire!
Glorious rapture, to burn away
To the ashes and dust I return
A gleaming egg rests now in ember nest
Heated through the night, as is best
In the morn, I rise!
I rise! I rise!
The shell cracks and sets me free
Sets me free to once more be
Now I ask, do you know me?
A blazing sun of glory
Golden eyed and shining
A feather dropped quicks the dead
And my wrath the desert dread
In the morn I rise
A gleaming star of heat
Wings spread wide to the sun
My tear cleanses grievous wounds
Perhaps grants some other boons
In the morn I rise!
My wings beat against the skies
I make the winds to storm
And through the years I sail
Aloft, a-wing, and my approach hail’d
At night though, I fall
Worn and tired by the day
Mine 1,000 to your but one
I am grown dull and wear, at last
On my pyre nest I will softly rest
In the night, a fire!
Glorious rapture, to burn away
To the ashes and dust I return
A gleaming egg rests now in ember nest
Heated through the night, as is best
In the morn, I rise!
I rise! I rise!
The shell cracks and sets me free
Sets me free to once more be
Now I ask, do you know me?
Startled
A flash of silver
then it’s gone.
What was that
across the lawn?
In the hedge
blue eyes watch.
While we
enter our lodge.
Across the sea
Green eyes gaze
upon young
at their play.
A red tail
strives to stay still.
Gleeful tail
has own will.
Between, a table
hides the clue.
But a dog barks-
and a flash, blue.
Rustling fabric
reveals the crying fox
running away
despite sad squawks.
Kitsune where
Do you dash so?
Your lover calls
“come home.”
then it’s gone.
What was that
across the lawn?
In the hedge
blue eyes watch.
While we
enter our lodge.
Across the sea
Green eyes gaze
upon young
at their play.
A red tail
strives to stay still.
Gleeful tail
has own will.
Between, a table
hides the clue.
But a dog barks-
and a flash, blue.
Rustling fabric
reveals the crying fox
running away
despite sad squawks.
Kitsune where
Do you dash so?
Your lover calls
“come home.”
