As the crone sat dreaming beside the summer sea Her dreams were all of long ago the tiny country store, grain elevators, the old gas pump, the post box where Jenny Wren lived in summer. The Postmaster… more →
Poems from the Memory Bankcronelogical wrote 1 year ago: As the crone sat dreaming beside the summer sea Her dreams were all of long ago the tiny country sto … more →
woodnymph wrote 2 years ago: Shreds of cloudwith pinkand silver lining. Birds resting on the roof ridge – a feathered conve … more →
peacebird wrote 3 years ago: Love smells safe, like blue grass love is the smell of roses, the scent of home, hugging loved ones … more →
peacebird wrote 3 years ago: Candle light flickering in the warm air, the kiss on her cheek woke her though she knew there was no … more →
jan2 wrote 3 years ago: If we meet somewhere in passing Please don’t nod or wave, don’t smile, Do not in any wa … more →
sylviak37 wrote 3 years ago: These ladies are friends of my Great Grandmother, Judith Smith, and came to celebrate her Golden Wed … more →
jan2 wrote 3 years ago: So now, let it go, let it go for me; They cannot hurt you any more than this - And you are loved so … more →
Heather Blakey wrote 3 years ago: The Cave of the Ancients lies within the Golden City, as visualized and painted by Peace Dove, a Lem … more →
Heather Blakey wrote 3 years ago: The Island of the Beloved is a place where we can come and meet with our loved ones again … more →
Heather Blakey wrote 3 years ago: Keep playing Vedie A scarcoat is a coat that details in painting, writing, and with all manner of th … more →
Heather Blakey wrote 3 years ago: BAGS – A SENSE OF SANCTITY The wind softens Winter thaws Seasons turn The Gatekeeper gives you … more →
Soulwright wrote 3 years ago: I adore Judith Duerk and this prompt from the Gatekeeper is ripening in the womb of my creativity. T … more →
Heather Blakey wrote 3 years ago: Bridgette Hoatson never knew that it was her destiny to run the Little Red Apple Tearooms on the Isl … more →
Heather Blakey wrote 3 years ago: Elder Flowers by Carol Abel Gathering of Elders by Aletta Mes Elders by Heather Blakey Heart from C … more →
soulsister wrote 3 years ago: My Heart bag comes everywhere with me. It is small enough to fit into the bottom of my big leather s … more →
faucon wrote 3 years ago: As a performing magician with a medieval flair, I have become expert in period appropriate effects, … more →
gwenguin1 wrote 3 years ago: My heart bag joined me last December, wrapping a lovely deck of Tarot Cards from my ‘baby … more →
traveller2006 wrote 3 years ago: “Donne à ton enfant des ailes, mais n’oublie pas de lui donner des racines” I came acros … more →
cronelogical wrote 3 years ago: My tiny beaded bag: My fingers trace my mother’s wedding band a translucent shell my babe foun … more →