Anne of Lothlorien

Not exactly poetry,but it makes me want to write it! It’s from my own book so that’s why it says that it was a poetic moment because my fingertips wanted to tell the reader how the author was feeling.

Nahim didn’t answer, the sweet fragrance of the air and the many different colors about him, the flutter of butterflies with their delicate w…[Read more]

Wild Mustang

A grazing stallion.
A breeze comes sweeping down from the mountain,
Wading through the grass.
“Be free! Beyond there are grasses and brooks.
Be free!
Let your hooves pound in the open meadows and let your shadow mingle with that of the tree,
Beyond there is freedom. Be free…”
It whispers over and over in his ears.
A swe…[Read more]