http://slow.writerscafe.org/lostviking The original writings of author John Anthony Fingleton en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776343717 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 On the 9th day I found the valley, Fields of gold as far as I could see. The stream that had been Born in the trickles of rain Carved a route towards The lake, This in turn robbed The first dancing rays Of sunlight. Which waltzed with grace on the Lone cabin on the shore. All day I circled the r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostviking/1538431/ Yesterday I reached the forest, And was welcomed by the trees; Branches bowed,... Leafs caressed my face - In union with the breeze. The recent storm…Yes It had took its toll; The old had been knocked down, While some just leaned precariously, Against those,that had stood their ground. I fri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostviking/1534024/ We rode out on black horses,Into the dark; Each colour a devolving embrace,No one recognised us,With the dust from the hoovesAnd the silk masks that covered our face;If the enemy saw us �"Perhaps they thought we were ghosts?For we left a white shadow behind,The last thing they expec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostviking/1519166/ I just look normalinsideI am a messif my eyes could radiatemy brainit would be a picture ofregretI just look normaloutsideI smile alongif music could resound my laughit would be slow and sad sadsong http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostviking/1519059/ I must go first to the mountainsTo find the Angel that tells truth;He guards the secret valleyWhere God first, created youth.I will pass beside the pine woodWhere the sunlight threads the trees;And buttercups dance in swaying rows To the music of the breeze.Then follow twisting bubbling streams.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostviking/1518905/ I am back on the road again,In the memories of my womb;Labouring under a heavy sack,Contracted footsteps, on my way to school.Now it looks so narrow;Or has it just shrunk in my head?Compressed by the life I’ve lived,And those dreams I had instead?The city has seduced the land,There are factori.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostviking/1518832/ Stillborn dreamsBroken shadows,Lay scatteredOn the floor.A moth-eaten flame frayedWedding dress,Hangs behindThe cobwebbed door.The wedding cakeLong nibbledBy well contendedMice �"Fattened up on icing,And celebratory rice.Just one shoeLeft unattended,Has spattered stains Of tears;The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostviking/1518369/ Twilight is a strange timeNeither night or dayBut a silence when the God's arriveTo seek which souls to slayThey slip in and out of shadowsThat form narcotic dreamsTo make us think that we will live forever....or so it seems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostviking/1517760/ I cannot go inside your dreams,Only angels know that place.And if I recognised you �"Would you have a different face?The rising tide that washed our feet;Has long reached a different shore,The clouds have changed from dragons,And just turned to clouds once more;The roadside knows my foot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostviking/1517754/