by Mary E. Lowd
November 7, 2019
The November rose
Doesn’t care about the time
Or weather or
The growing darkness
All around Continue reading “The November Rose”
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The Late August Rose
by Mary E. Lowd
August 17,2019
The late August rose,
Has seen the summer passing.
Petals fall from its blooms,
Like scales from our eyes. Continue reading “The Late August Rose”
Simple Companionship
by Mary E. Lowd
March 4,2021
Two flowers beside each other,
Without words or needs,
Swaying in the same breeze,
Shaded by the same clouds,
Glowing under the same sun— Continue reading “Simple Companionship”
The Fairy Flower
by Mary E. Lowd
March 2, 2021
Her wings askew
Like petals gold
The fairy’s flight
From love withheld
Freezes her
Statue still; statue cold
Yet spring’s delight
Warm sap like blood
Enlivens her Continue reading “The Fairy Flower”
The Gorgon Flower
by Mary E. Lowd
June 14, 2019
Three roses share one stem,
Like three crones share one eye.
Steal their stem,
Like Perseus stole the eye,
And your treasure,
The roses will become. Continue reading “The Gorgon Flower”
With a Battle Axe!
by Mary E. Lowd
December, 2000
Steve does not believe I could kill him unarmed!
Velociraptors can kill any human unarmed!
With a battle axe!
He thinks he could outrun a velociraptor.
You can’t outrun a velociraptor.
Not even with a car. Continue reading “With a Battle Axe!”
The Fairy Steed
by Mary E. Lowd
March 31, 2021
In a fairyland of flowers
Under the thick, streaming sun
Stands a fairy rider
Aching for some fun
Here comes a jolly steed!
A faithful dog
Jovial & true Continue reading “The Fairy Steed”
Hidden Love
by Mary E. Lowd
March 10, 2021
When the trees hold the moon
In their branches
At night
Twigs becomes fingers
In mere phantom touches
Their caresses reluctant
For what if the moon saw their love?
What if the moon didn’t requite?
Continue reading “Hidden Love”
What the Third Eye Sees
by Mary E. Lowd
February 21, 2020
Wings of light,
A ruffled dress,
Faeries flight,
Under the sun’s caress.
Flower or fae,
Who can say?
Only the third eye sees, Continue reading “What the Third Eye Sees”
The Yellow Rose Dreams
by Mary E. Lowd
May 30, 2019
The rose turns her yellow face
Open and vulnerable
Toward the yellow face
Of the sun
And dreams
The star looks back at her. Continue reading “The Yellow Rose Dreams”