Category: Novelinee
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Samhain Wish
From behind the veil you hold me until the day I die; when once again I will tell you of how love’s whispered sigh can break down the impossible and keep you in my heart, whilst my soul sings of moonlight eyes in works of painted art…
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The Moon, She Dances
In sliver gown she waltzes o’er the sky, in rhythmic steps upon the autumn breeze, All Hallow’s night when harbingers stop by…
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Samhain Drums
The Celtic drums of Samhain keep the beat , as cauldrons overflow with magic rite, open the gates for life and death to meet, and let the Samhain blessings free tonight. The dying candle flames are burning low, as witches dance within their circle round, where autumn’s fiery embers brightly glow, their voices chanting echo…
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Winter Rises
From Samhain winter rises with the dawn, a world of icy mists and frosty white as summer days now seem so long withdrawn…
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The Girl in My Heart
That day in December so long ago, when words were said in hushed whispered voices, hearsay and rumour, gossips full of woe, the endless questions of personal choices, and over cups of tea stern faces judged me. My crime to love with naught but truth in heart, their disapproving glances set me free, the ‘blameless…
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Blessed Samhain
As darkness draws the sacred veil of night and autumn wraps her cloak of vibrant leaves the spirit world is closer to the light as the dead gather in the autumn’s sleeves. The dark mother in all her glory stands as autumn’s beauty lifts our beating hearts and like a spear of crimson blood commands…
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Morning Tea
The sparring kids are screaming through the house, as mother sighs a weary wish for peace, and casts an eye over her sleeping spouse….
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Novelinee Sequence
Sweet nightingale, unparalleled beauty, my worldly thoughts will drown in idle words, if I did not reflect the love I see, and deny love is nought but food for birds. I dream my arm is loosely round your waist, so I shall hear divinity in your song, and dream upon your eyes with loving haste,…
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Just One Kiss
My craved eyes caress the curve of your lips, so softly inviting whispered treasure, passion’s hoarded wealth at my fingertips and exquisite thoughts of untold pleasure. Your moist lips like flushed carmine perianth crushed by my desire for your sublime heat, as I enter the sweetest labyrinth, at love’s first kiss our lustful pulses meet,…
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Betrayal of Trust
From mists of Avalon she came in white supernova who split my heart in two and left untouched silence in endless night…
A Garret Poet 