Submissions by Lil

The clouded moon casts secret shadows,
the lonely crone walks round and round.
The daisies furled against the darkness,
her silent tread will make no sound.

Fungi rings hold dancing faeries,
Twisting, turning to the beat.
Slow drawn mead will make them heady,
clapping hands and stamping feet.

Babies wrapped in cobweb snuggles,
suckle on soft ample breasts.
Laughing couples slap and tickle,
The band slows down to take a rest.

The crone sits down beside her familiar,
a cat of black with amber eyes.
And as...

The string on my puppet got all tangled in a knot,
I couldn't make him bow his head I couldn't make him trot.
I even tried to swish his tail but that messed up a lot.
So to the drawer I rummaged down and I'll tell you what I got,
I got a pair of scissors and I held them to his string and snipped away 'till he had none, I'd had enough of him.
He sort of went and landed, untidy in a heap, of feet and tail, hoof and ear he then got up and grabbed a beer.
I said, "You have no strings," he smiled at me and shook his head, said...”Strings might hold us 'till we're dead...

O teller of those sword tongued tales of deeds of this and that
you tell your life to passers-by as they sometimes stop to chat.
You stand alone in care warn coat a hat that's old and battered
but never once you tell the tale of how your heart was shattered.
A maiden fair with hair of gold she came as night was creeping
She tiptoed up to kiss your face, this secret I was keeping.
She danced for you those sultry nights beneath the honey moon
you never knew that she’d be gone, as for you it was too soon.
He came that night with feathered wings and carried...

When words are thrown into frozen rivers.
Leaving howling winds to call your name.
Heavy footed steps go nowhere,
bringing you back the way you came.
Sad eyed reflections look upon you.
They shine down from an empty sky.
Void of stars or moon to guide you,
but you never look up or even try.
You splash in puddles filled with rainbows.
And jump the cracks along the street.
You’d turn the rope if we were skipping,
but in your head your thoughts run deep.
To sleepless dreams your mind’s oblivious.
For you it’s just what children do....

A waste of time and money honey
a life that's in a mess.
No one gives a toss it's funny
And some care even less.
Jack Daniel’s gives a lazy smile
and warms the mood within.
Listen why not stay a while
now let your tale begin.
No words will melt a devil's heart
Jack Daniel’s slowly grins.
He beckons for my yarn to start
now where shall I begin.
Tears won't help you now he says
you're yesterday gone bad.
Tomorrow's where the devil plays
he cares not who is sad.
I decided not to bother now
not tell my story to...