Tuesday, 30 September 2014



DACHAU

Stumbling into
Stillness,
Our whispers drown out
screams that once
rent God's sacred air.

Frozen dreams, 
suspended breath,
songs unsung,
tales untold,
longings inchoate,
love unrequited,
assail me.

Winds of silent
remonstrance
blow through
the trees.
Nature's unrest 
I perceive, 
her cries
echo yesterday's
darkness, 
here her sinless 
children were
defiled.

Alas, our tears
can scarce make 
restitution,
our prayers
sparse atonement
for thwarting
souls unborn.

Pour your wishes
into this vessel
wholly unworthy.
Divine will guided
me to tread this 
hallowed ground.
Your spirit I will carry
if He so choose.

Repose in peace,
enfolded in Angel wings.

© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: www.worldwideprayerweb,org

Monday, 29 September 2014


MICHAELMAS

Dawn skies accoutred in

thy sacred blue,
seek pallid clouds with
sapphire to imbue,
lapis drops they shower o'er
thy dearest blooms,
Angel warrior's promise the
air perfumes.


Aspens rejoice, in thy violet

light bathed,
Nature wakens to victory's
banners raised.
Gilded plumes burst from thy
sword's radiant hilt,
soft alight upon Autumn's
red-gold quilt.


Honeyed rays haloed in

amethyst glow,
of thy triumphs tell to the
Great Below,
their sweetness they strew
upon flaxen hay,
Earth's deepest crypts grace 
this third quarter day.


"As darker nights and colder

days begin,
and the year exhorts us to
turn within,
thro' Wintertide protect our
every breath,
all Creation preserve in life 
and death."



© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: THE ARCHANGEL MICHAEL DEFEATING SATAN
Source: galleryhip.com
Artist: Guido Reni

Sunday, 28 September 2014



MICHAELMAS DAISY 


Jewel of Heaven with the
Sun in thy heart,
wandering star, from thy
kinfolk loath to part,
to Earth didst thou descend
for man's soul to cheer,
thro' Autumn's gloom to cast
thy light 'pon the year.

For St. Michael's dauntless

deeds thou gaily bloomst,
minions of darkness to
ruination doomst,
'pon thy silken petals donnst
his brightest hue,
Summer's withered blossoms
we no longer rue.

To the fading year thou

chantest "Fare thee well",
thy violaceous song echo'th
o'er wood and dell.
Smile 'pon us, as Fall's last
blackberries we reap,
thy radiance in our hearts till
Spring shall we keep.

© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: www.redbubble.com

Saturday, 27 September 2014


DAY

Crepuscular gloom I inhale 
beneath the swaying silver 
birch at high noon.

Memories of light and breath,
of pale rose petals sailing 
on the wind, beckon through 
acres of murky timelessness.

A sweet voice I hear, its 
childish lilt a glimmer in my 
half-light, alas, merely echoes
of words never spoken.

I peer into the bird bath, 
seek my invisible reflection,
cry tears I cannot see, their 
briny warmth I cannot feel.

The grass seems by age 
untouched, as do the melodies 
that paint the roses, their 
scent denied me, though their
roots once embraced my bones.

From lustreless depths I spot
her, as she falters 
through Stygian palls; clothed
in a penumbral haze, her earthly
perdition she curses  
in the dazzling sunshine.

Radiance brighter than day 
washes o'er me...


© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image source: www.pinterest.com


Wednesday, 24 September 2014



LAVENDER AND FLAME 

Lavender reams, wave upon wave
of misty blue surges in the half light,
memory's portals throws wide open.

Fount of laughter gushes gaily forth,
fairy spume fringes her eyelashes,
tints her woeful tears with past joy.

The guttering flame she perceives
not, sorrow dances in the arms of joy
in the dimming firelight.

Silhouettes of beloved tales mottle
scented walls, diffuse lines longing
for the voice that rendered them clear.

Violet brume showers garlands of
verse long forgotten, their soothing
incandescence mantles her form.

Nets of elation though she may cast
into the cascading cadences, scarce
a bygone song would they confine. 

Little hands soft as Angels' feathers 
caress mother's cheek, celestial gift,
in her infant eyes a known light shines.

Maternal shadow smiles, restores
yesterday's child, tomorrow nestled
glutted, peaceful, upon her bosom. 

© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image source: ehdu.livelournal.com 
Artist: Edward Killingworth Johnson

Monday, 22 September 2014


FIRST POINT OF LIBRA

Crystalline chimes of celestial clocks 
resound o'er Earth's withering blanket,
herald hallowed darkness' advent. 

Yon stellar calender bids Creation retreat,
abjure the sunlit world, divest herself
of her sumptuous Summer draperies.

Snow-stained winds embark on their
journey to Winter's realms at Midpoint
of Autumn, abode of equal night and day.

On the threshold of repose by the light
of the Harvest moon must you your 
losses and gains appraise, your soul's
reaping review.

Descend into the fertile vastness of the
bountiful Deep, at her hearth shall you
learn the secrets of life's mystical songs.

"Heed Nature's bidding, pause to reflect, 
ruminate, reaffirm, replenish, restore
your spirit's equilibrium; journey beyond
illusion to your truth."

"Rejoice in Earth's balance, ere blessed
dark overcomes the light, ere Winter
winds lull her into deepest slumbers."

"Give thanks for deepening shadows, for 
decaying blooms, for they would shelter 
and nourish the seeds of tomorrow's 
promises and dreams."

"Memories of this sacred day of divine 
balance, of equal light and dark, in your 
hearts bear, till fragrant chimes echo o'er
Earth's blooming blanket in Spring."


© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: www.taringa.net

Saturday, 20 September 2014

AUTUMN WOODLAND

Fall's healing woods his weary eyes crave,
his heart yearns for Nature's gilded songs,
for cheerless hues these city paths pave,
a cold grey mantles hastening throngs.

Sole solitude his pace would slacken
'mid boundless expanse green-gold and lush
with flowering furze and dew-drenched bracken,
winsome warble of the mistle thrush.

Thro' silvern mists he tranquil ambles,
'pon ribbons of wind-bronzed Autumn grass,
'long canes studded with purple brambles,
fawn rays glinting off each jewelled mass.

Gold-laced pillars of silver birch rise
up to embrace crystal snow-drenched winds,
enraptured he notes their counsel wise,
tho' man from Nature's ways e'er prescinds.

'Pon leaf-ed carpets he placid lies,
Mother's heart heeds ere she reposes,
enwrapped in snow 'neath pale Winter skies,
her womb bearing Spring's brightest roses. 


© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: DEW DRENCHED FURZE
Source: www.wikiart.org
Artist: John Everett Millais

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

TOMATO SOUP

I cannot look away, as you ladle 
my favourite scarlet puree
into a patterned cream majolica
bowl, this composite
effusing grassy odours and ripe
roiling resentment, my twin, 
gestated over
nine endless months.

I have grown to relish our mutual
sharing of remorse,
mother, topped with a dollop of
cream and a chilly smile,
and your very own seasoning of
distilled tears, acrid
rage and sharp curses I first
tasted in the womb.

You fill my bowl to overflowing,
yet you begrudge me 
every breath. My fevered brow
burns hotter, as I
savour each spoonful, a cold,
cruel searing I do not 
comprehend constricting my
throat, shards of dead,
dried herbs lacerating its walls.

Hatred of myself will always be
redolent of your famed
tomato soup, of my own blood.


© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: IN THE GARDEN
Source: www.tumblr.com
Artist: Denis Sarazhin

Tuesday, 16 September 2014



KEY OF A 

Dawn's winds weave milky wisps

into cerulean veils, rippling mirrors
bestrew with shreds and patches. 

A snowy turtledove casts her pearly

paean to coral fringes, her placid 
eyes stained with selfsame brush.

Lapis swallowtails gather her pale

margarites, strings them onto silver
grey filaments, runic oblations bear
to yon hallowed amber orb.

Violet irises preen in velvet picotee

gowns, blazing citrine rays drench
their purple bodices, trickle down 
frilled skirts.

Anemones, in Aphrodite's tears 

bathed, in plummy ruby of Adonis' 
blood arrayed, ambrosial verse 
chant to love everlasting.

Daughters of the wind in amethyst

circlets proffer perfumed wine laced
with berry notes in petal goblets. 

Celestial benefaction rains upon

Nature; awash in a symphony of hues,
tones, treasures, Earth, 
this Springtide, is redeemed.


© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: DAY
Source: www.liveinternet.ru
Artist: Edward Robert Hughes

Sunday, 14 September 2014


DOVE

Ancient flight paths you trace through
earthly prisons of your choosing,
hurtling through flesh and bone, over
substanceless silences gravid
with hollow convolutions, with unease.


You, as I, assented to this grim covenant,
seeking aim in rigid emptiness,
patterns in the erratic latticework of your
journey, alas, merely a pareidolia,
memory of starlit song your only cheer.


Ring of the dead borders terra incognito,
residuum of their desolation
swept away with the dust of yesterday.
Your bloodied utterances fleck
their tombs, lamentations for posterity.


For uncounted hours you mark the brittle
beat of your wings, your downy
feathers bedizen the feet of the mighty.
Shorn of your plumage you lie,
awaiting pinions of Light to set you free.


Fly away upon silver-white stardust waves,
gliding blithesome, dispersing sinuous
trails of last pearlescent teardrops
in your wake. Merge joyfully into
boundless oceans of shimmering cyan light.

© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: THE DOVE
Source: www.oceansbridge.ca
Artist: Ignacio Pinazo Camarlench

Friday, 12 September 2014


THE CHARMER

Fragrant as roses are my lays,

light as a plume,
The Charmer they call me, for
my song causes Earth to bloom. 

To beauteous Gaia I chant

hymns sweet as nectar,
for fair Brizo was I named, 
for prophet and protector.

Whence I came I know not,

nor whither I would go,
my steps trace crystal mountain
streams to fields where lilies grow.

'Mid pearly bells was I found,

buds 'pon infant brow,
this orphan child did Aoide
with silver voice endow.

Blossoms my lone jewels,

my sole garb robes sapphir',
All earthly possessions I
eschew, save Apollo's lyr'.

Seven strings of gold pour forth

strains dulcet and warm,
from boughs of the wisdom tree
I carved its matchless arch'd form.

Man and beast rapt convene

as gladsome airs I hum,
tales of winds and trees
I echo to leaves' steady thrum.

Melodies my companions,

harmonies, my kin,
troubled spirits I exhort
to seek their music within.


© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image source: commons.wikimedia.org
'The Charmer'
Artist: John William Waterhouse

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

AUTUMN

Late August winds embrown grassy 
meadows beset with cornflowers; 
crystal blue asterisms imbibe remnants 
of the heavens' Summertide azure.

A translucent cyan veil, freed from 
parching torpor, gently undulates. 
Diaphanous scrolls, eggshell curlicues, 
carom across dreamlike expanses.

Summer's boisterous choristers chant 
placid farewells, unravel mystical 
dispatches borne upon cooled, sapid, 
heather-laden Zephyrs.

Dark honey rays melt into apple cider 
breezes, mottle yesterday's green 
with shades of harvest's ripe bounty. 

Apple, damson, plum, pear, dapple 
fall foliage, twirl in thyme-scented 
vortices, festoon forest floors.

Dahlias dipped in September dawns'
dewy damask gaze into 
mystical expanses, rejoice as they
espy the First Point of Libra 
on the horizon.

Autumn's tune, this bittersweet air of
a misty interim redolent with plenty, 
laces the pale aureate air. 
Pensive melody, ebullient harmony, 
bid man and Nature repose.

© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image source: www.studiointernational.com
Autumn Leaves
Artist: Georgia O'Keeffe