Pendula Tree

A little place, between the trees, A place only for you to see, Under the pendula tree, Weeping cherries, Pink and wet, in dew, Resting your tired head, On cushions of flower buds, And tales of fairies, To enchant your … Continue reading


A goddess of the forest,
Slipping through time,
Leaves of gold and olive stem,
Swathed in ferns and fronds,
Covering delicately,
Hair of midnight velvet,
Falling gently over bare breast,
A moonlight paddle over tides of steel-blue,
To the water’s edge of pine silhouette  and murky depth,
Of hazy morning mist,
To greet our spellbound sight,
On the banks of the shore,
There she moves under the sun,
Cascades of light drenching her body,
Dazzling the creature of the forest,
Fawn and fallow,
Hare and fox,
Tread alongside,
Black velvet Unicorns canter by,
Here on the mossy floor of golden green awe,
In pillowed thought,
In tiptoed breath,
In dreams of brightly coloured caress,
That is where I will find,
The spirit of Artemis.

Legends are made

'Fantasy and reality often overlap.' Walt Disney

‘Fantasy and reality often overlap.’ Walt Disney

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.