Dragons Bride

His armour whispers

In tightness 

As his aching form

Parts from it

His flashing mind

Plays in travel

From enemies

From bloodied soil 

His sword had spoken

That day 

As he thought

On her words

In chilling respect

Never did his foes

Know such of fury

As she danced 

As she seduced them 

Closer

Ever closer

Oh how she longed

To lend her touch

For him

Always for him 

They say in fire

On her making

A voice had uttered thrice

Dreigiau briodferch 

Dreigiau briodferch

Dreigiau briodferch

It came in rushing wind

To feed the flame 

It cast her birth

To be his bride

For making the world

mF

(C) MarkFlood2014

Good Night Sweet Expression

I'm done 

Spent

Lyrical prose

About me 

Where i surrendered

My pen 

Half filled pages 

Lay sprawled 

Of letters left

By

My word sighs

As I look

To where my

Vocabulary rests 

My eyes betray 

My efforts

In a mutiny 

Of my senses 

To travel me 

To rest

I hand over 

To it 

Telling myself 

There

I will fill 

my words anew

I shall return 

I shall

Return 

mF 

(C) MarkFlood2014

  

Voyage Be

In fro and pull on tempest rise

A river sojourn 'twas to be

On crest and flow now taketh a turn

I see thy tidal mood 

And mark my heart at thine occasion  

Filled thy lung in air so sweet

At bow and swell two worlds doth meet

Thy muscle in thy holding legs

Hath taken voyage a-many thus 

And tendons smile within thy temple

At rivers change in winded sail

This vessel takes thine rolling touch

LILLIOR IS IN THINE COMPANY 

Thy scream

To wind and roiling river 

Thy vessels name i giveth to sprites and spirits

Of rivers keeping 

For thus the ways from breaths before I 

Thy will be found in glory be 

At helm on this here lady 

For all thine days I hath in me 

Thy heart is in this making 

mF 

(C) MarkFlood2014

Alien Mosquito

Flying insurgency 

Deliverers under 

Control 

Payloads to

upload

From blood in

Shade

Silently screaming

Back to motherships

mF

Poetic Drift

The Rhyming writ

bores my pen

As they seem 

children's things

The trail 

Hidden in the 

Overgrowth 

Calls my words

Even form 

Holding to shape

Seems to clothe me

From naked 

Expression

Poetic drift 

I cast away

So my bearings

Lost 

And the solidity

Of fortitude 

Lay with form 

Atop my clothes

On shores I 

Left

I call an ode

To the mist 

For even horizons 

Distract in me

And then 

thought was risen 

From that silent

Abyss

'Twas the feather

In truth

The cracked cast

Within

The outlet of

Unbridled word

mF

(C) MarkFlood2014

Clover Green

I remarked in thought

The clovers colour brought

And that they grew from barren soil 

In warmth and wind and growing toil

A dressing toe 

On tree forms ending 

The clover swayed 

in its grounded blending 

An audience in green applause 

At leaves that dance and twist and pause 

When falling far from fingered branches

And fly and float past clover glances 

This my sight from hollowed home

While stretching wings that have just grown

I take my flight and call my leave

To all below, to all I see 

But as clovers green shrinks in my distance 

From my place of growing instance 

I take a flying bow and one final look

And know in pages of my book

The story of the clovers green 

Flys with me to the unknown

The unseen 

mF

(C) MarkFlood2014

At all sight

Cue cards 

Of poetic verse 

Read to my 

Soul

Explicitly so

Holding ransom

For black lined

Pages 

mF

(C) MarkFlood2014

Day

Day by day 

Times laminations 

Cover me

The blur between 

Morning ritual 

Shortens 

As the sun walks

On by 

Like the stranger

That passes 

On a mornings dally

Through life 

Day by day

Night welcomes me

To thought 

As I wonder about

Birds sleeping 

And why 

Earths feeling 

Shifts at the 

Suns rejection 

This day 

After comforting

the night alone

I thought 

"I look forward 

To the grey streak 

In my hair" 

As day by day

Wisdom runs 

There in the blur

And sometimes 

When I pause 

She tells me 

"Day by day

We grow 

In passing of light

And in dark" 

mF

(C) MarkFlood2014

Beyond

A world beyond

Where flowers trumpet 

From bases of the

Mother trees

And rolling waves of

Green leaf 

Took form over emptiness 

As singing percussions 

Moved all in vibration

Like movement of 

Crumbled earth

In the echo

of thunder 

Twas the makers

And in threes their 

Company was kept

Keeping the growth

The growing from 

The ethers heart

In times falling rain 

This world did birth anew

For worlds were but

Their children 

To raise and 

Entwine 

To twist and 

To lengthen 

For light from their 

Blinking repertoire 

Gave all what is 

And all that could be

Until 

A crib did sit 

And a clean child

Lay

From their feet 

It sat 

Adorned in a mist 

Of celestial dust 

And I knew I was beholden

To them 

For it was I 

That child

mF 

Peaked Form

The mountain moves

I know it as I sit 

Here falling with its edge

The rocked limbs

My company in solace

My heart may sit in 

Skies now

For distance throws there

As I take in from

The heights

For mountains move

In sight of clouds

mF

Self in Being

When you are that which you are

Does your form come to fore

When showing your window 

Does it show your wares of truth

In times slow release 

The pairing of your showings unite

And flow cascades into flow

Over the world

Who may remark as they see 

Yet non shall fell you 

For falling is only that which is you

The shining river of truth in being

mF

Progression

Now giving time to the greats after finding my own voice and expressive rhythm. Fells as natural as the flow from step to dash. And a credit to a vision from my young mind. To block the books of renown from filling my core. Now letting them fill only spaces for inspiration, and true respect from the travels of the books of my own. 

An inspired question from the above-

What is the filling of your mind beyond the learned ? And the who of yourself beyond your filled thought ? 

And below, one of my recent discoveries from Shakespeare and equally a love of my own - 

'Why is my verse so barren of new pride? 

So far from variation or quick change?

 Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange?

 Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?

 O know, sweet love, I always write of you, And you and love are still my argument;

 So all my best is dressing old words new, Spending again what is already spent;

 For as the sun is daily new and old, So is my love still telling what is told.'

mF

Dream Walker

We walk in dreams 

Passing moments of reality 

And feeling truth as we know it

Taking grip of feathered time

We make most of its flight

While balancing our form on stretched line 

Between the known 

Our shaded identity 

Between the rest 

Our judged truth

As steps throw

Pay homage to the throw of others 

And let judgment lay rendered to our juggled emotion 

mF

Even

Even in sickness there may be the colour of joy

Even in troubles you will find the sun rising upon your lands

Even in darkness that which was bright still sits unmoved

Even that which shakes you like a strong gust 

Casts the seeds of your being afar to future growth 

And even as all things that are, move and change about you 

The lakes sanctuary within sits silent in peaceful stillness 

Even through all that which we speak 

I sit there now penning a sight for my earthly release 

mF

Becoming

When you come of age, and the number of years is not its indication. You will find its not about being hard or strong, it's about being good. And in the becoming of good you are impenetrable and solid in character and person. A mountain amongst the ranges, impervious to all but your contented presence.

mF

Rolling Wind

The pieces of a dream 

Lay scattered before the maker

In times he does not see their form 

Only that to walk with the jingling of their presence 

In a feeling he knew what would come

Like voices in gusts between branches

Like light thinning through cracked rock

And yet as scattered they were 

They were 

You see ...

Were his 

So in shadows of our rolling lives

Amongst the waving scenes of our movie 

Look to the story of him we speak 

Feel your pieces as you step 

Know your time is yours forever

mF