She lurked beneath the sea In languid dreams Among encrusted shells and aqua marine Swimming in tales of bootleg bandits and treasures foreseen. Her eyes mirrored by the swell Sinking in coral A wet porcelain doll – Stitched with serrated … Continue reading
Words mark the page, they link in meaning and stories are made. Black ink spills forth, fluid, thick, letters rise and fall. Tales of folklore and fantasy, of dragons, fire and fame, of princesses, warriors, witches, and werewolves fill the page. Lines of reality blur, boundaries intersect, myths slowly seep into our world, reality and fantasy interlace.
In the legend we are lost.