Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Trigger Warning, Witch Work

1.3.15


There is a world in there.

The witch was as old as the mulberry tree
She lived in the house of a hundred clocks
She sold storms and sorrows and calmed the sea
And she kept her life in a box.

Trigger Warning, My Last Landlady

25.2.15


A snippet:

I've heard we see the world not as it is
but as we are. A saint sees a world of saints, a killer
sees only murderers and victims.

Oh, the Places You'll Go!

16.3.14


This was read at my wedding, by my two brothers, a year ago today. Even though it's about Graduation, it's also about Big Things. And I like it.


Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

Keep reading...

Instructions

4.1.11


Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that
witches are often betrayed by their appetites;
dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;
hearts can be well hidden,
and you betray them with your tongue.

Trust dreams.
Trust your heart, and trust your story.

All Hallow's Read

31.10.10


Do not fear the ghosts in this house; they are the least of your worries.
Personally I find the noises they make reassuring,
The creaks and footsteps in the night...


Neil Gaiman
in Fragile Things
The Hidden Chamber