Anodyne

Near th’ gairdens o’ guid an’ evil,

Near th’ open plains of myth an’ legend,

By th’ shadowed glen o’ breath an’ sleep,

Lay th’ footfalls o’ the mystic seek.

Thare be wickedness in th’ wind,

in th’ clouds below th’ glowing lamp,

The Blood King reigns wi’ noisome breath

And jealous wings of feathered starbursts.

beneath the canopy o’ ancient trees

where mortal man may be.

In fragile dwellings thay lay asleep,

by th’ banks o’ th’ deadly rivers,

where th’ muddy flows her dangers

through each an’ every breath,

th’ wee ones noisily at their play

Ne’er see beyon’ their reach.

Thay ne’er see th’ winged luster

take flight inside th’ rainbow arch.

Thay never felt his awsome grip,

These young bairns, known as Anodyne.  

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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