http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sandswift The original writings of author Alexandria Reece en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991219 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Written on the 11th of May, 2022. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/2902532/ Act I http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/2902531/ A work from last year, for someone who I was truly in love with - not just hoping I could be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/2775479/ Dismal, the abyssal depths speak soft to me,And the wind makes waves of my locks: untethered,This mortal plane has gifted me strange names,Some, I can hardly remember and others,I recall in the scent of the dunes, on a hot afternoon,Or at the sight of an entangled cormorant, she was,She was beyond m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/2178238/ Cyclical thoughts, Those moonbeams caught in air, As iron bars, struck by, A dust storm,Time, grimly winding,As ruined Knossos,Under the gaze of Kronos, Read out on parchment,As a hook echo yawns and spins, Delving deep into an age-old scar --Raucous, as enters a dulled and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/2178236/ See Notes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/2044159/ Your vespertine whispers descend at midnight,From reaches of velvetine sky, ethereal corners,Of galaxies painted, aquiver with eternal flecks,Reflections of which come softly through eyes,Which pivot there starkly, exhuming my breath,Entombing these timorous thoughts,Embracing a cold Winter’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/2000718/ Your steps ring clear, a brightly feudal sound,As to your doors I come, seeking, singing,Beckoning you near, come and see,The sun you dawned upon my realm,The silent shadows which now slither forth,From a mind decaying in the shade,Eyes that saw a spark, a flash,Streak its way across the sky,A despe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1998156/ And yet, I can smell your skin,Sweet, and yet, memory isn't,Motive enough for it to have,Meaning to me, no longer,Does it inspire resolution,No longer are my passions fixated,On your singularity,On your silvered mind,On our severed tie,I sunk with that ship,I saw the depths witho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1994416/ Your eyes are as a sonnet, eyes to match -- conveying separate lines. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1987895/ It was a whisper in the woods. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1987835/ I will keep the rings you gave me,All pallid crooked halos made to descend,Rather than gold, but how I prefer them,How against that shaded setting you,Let those spectres breach the night,A vision I have set in pockets deep,Hidden, as the secrets in your card box,And were I to enumerate, on silence,O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1970345/ Oh, I'm sorry -- I didn't realise my optimism was showing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1962406/ I've been on a Keats binge. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1961612/ It's the poet's place to suffer and it is the reader's place to enjoy the work that pours from those wounds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1959923/ Originally written 1 November 2015 | For someone that used to smoke cigarettes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1951335/ B. Courtade Also, for those unfamiliar with bat migration in Australia: https://www.thesaturdaypaper.com.au/news/environment/2016/02/13/migrating-bat-colonies-wreak-havoc-northern-nsw/14552820002884 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1951328/ Written for one of my muses -- thank you for inspiring me with your internal and external beauty these 3 years past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1951324/ On losing a failed romance with one of my dearest friends, the pain associated with such, and the hope for healing between us and in our own hearts separately. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1930140/ for Peter of New Zealand who has these 7 years been my light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1780266/ The Magician has been met. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1770599/ There are eyes that I once knew,In fairy tales -- they looked like you,And when I'd shut my own at night,I'd find you in the strangest places,Out in the garden sopping with rain,Or 'neath the turbulent array,Of cycling waves, those darkened days,I suppose then I didn't know,I'd someday meet that ubi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1563013/ first line out of metre intentionally http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1534602/ it takes me back centuries http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1534574/ for a friend who has bad luck with chairs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1534501/ here's to perfection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1480068/ this dream was mortal, surely. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1480062/ not a style I typically write in, lying in the bathtub fantasizing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1029337/ the infinite in the finite, my favourite encounter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1029302/ short and sweet: about my evening. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1028290/ y'know... kickin' around informal thoughts and labeling it poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1027717/ somewhere in the cavernous network beneath the well a siren dwells, singing, bathing, dreaming... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1026509/ patience is the key, a virtue never lent to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1025507/ take my hand, a confession http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1025038/ smoking a cigar, thinking of... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1025033/ I hold the silver key you've never wondered at, though long you have desired what it has locked away. I have written over 1800 poems in my short lifespan.I am obsessed with the cognitive/spiritual display associated with the production of artwork.I think God is most brilliant.I'm a Classicist w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1023891/ to a love lost for ridiculous reasons, I don't rhyme much anymore so don't be too harsh... another desert-style song of sorts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1023846/ there's a piece of me that grew up singing stories around a campfire out in the California desert, we used to make up things like this and sing them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1023817/ for every friend who has ever been attacked or hurt, this is the familiar scene I find myself acting out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1022812/ waded through a marsh today that reminded me of Inspector Legrasse's investigation of the cult activity in Lovecraft's 'Call of Cthulhu' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1022797/ vacant well today,I clambered out cloaked,the climb was intolerable,the sun even worse,there is this cave I oft' visit,on the days I can bear,a poet lives there,scrawling on its walls,blindfolded,wise and alone,though visitors he has many.as in travel before,I scaled this red canyon wall,less b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1022567/ I lavish myself in the rich volumes of her blood softly spilling out, Reading it over with with my tounge as it were a precious manuscript, Making a sort of violent love between her mouth and mine, She is best suited by shadows, best star-soaked in moonlight.I fight my hellish urge to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1022368/ a poem for Theseus from Asterion's perspective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1022363/ the fears of a siren aspect of a star upon communing with a poet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1022347/ She is the one in the window with the dragon teeth,Skin of finely-carved ivory, cheeks stained with rouge d'blood,Eyes blown cerulean & lapis in places where light greys away,Heretical sands carved her form out, no man is master here,Nature alone has birthed her and so shall she devour in flame,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1021911/ to the Ancient Greeks, Romans and Macedonians upon viewing their artifacts in the Louvre http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1021905/ dream sequence featuring my muse, a series of gestures and movements through colourscapes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1020342/ for someone I'm determined never to lose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1017528/ I bled into a candle,Just to see what it would do,To see if I could case the drops,Chase the spill,In waxy, hazy hues,It took the stream,It swallowed me,A part I could not claim,Ne’er could I regain,But there it sat,At the bottom of the liquid wax,Becoming one with something else,Stargazing on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1014382/ I'm hurting, it's not a very good poem... just emotional release. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandswift/1009438/