Ekphrastic

Danu And The Joy Of Youth
Introduction This is my thirty-first piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful and inspirational artwork. I love that Justine always shares the full story behind the painting, giving me more than just the image to work from. I shared my thoughts on this painting, the first panel of the commission, The Awakening of Danu.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 18 hours ago in Poets
Lady in Waiting
The sea and the trees and the stones ignore me They have grown bored of my saturnine mood From this grim routine, I'll never be free
By D. J. Reddall2 days ago in Poets
Life Of Danu
Introduction This is my thirtieth piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful and inspirational artwork. I love that Justine always gives the full story behind the painting, which gives me more than just the painting to work from. I interpreted my thoughts on this painting, which is the third panel of the commission, The Awakening of Danu.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 days ago in Poets
Two Graves
So many ruined By the petty, vindictive Wrath of small people
By D. J. Reddall9 days ago in Poets
The Whited Sepulcher
How holy and pristine your shoulders seemed I watched gentle fingers of light bless them I asked my weary horse if I had dreamed
By D. J. Reddall9 days ago in Poets
Pity the Fallen
You mortals love the valiant resistance Those who oppose the tyrant's iron will Instantly win your willing assistance Join me, if you have a moment to kill
By D. J. Reddall15 days ago in Poets
simulated and Stimulated
Gentle as the flow He puts his virtual glasses on She puts her virtual glasses on There they are Two different places in their own spaces
By Tanya Gibler15 days ago in Poets
You are binge watched
Here’s me looking at you looking at me And I am still looking Paused with a split second of silence and you do it again. That thing …you know; it’s kinda that curiosity shocked look.
By Tanya Gibler15 days ago in Poets
Our Morning Routine
We part at dawn and reunite at dusk You used to complain about my night shifts; Once I reduced your cruel aunt to a husk You understood my strange, nocturnal gifts
By D. J. Reddall16 days ago in Poets
A Wizard Knows
A wizard knows how easy magic is How mere thought can make things and unmake them How each, carefully chosen word of his Can heal a wound, or unleash dark mayhem
By D. J. Reddall18 days ago in Poets
Awakenings
How often have we yearned to see the dead Restored to breathing, loving life again? Through every mourning, bereaved, conscious head
By D. J. Reddall20 days ago in Poets
Thine Feline
So many yearn to ravish with their gaze What my darkness shields from their hungry eyes I scoff at their primitive, lusty craze
By D. J. Reddall23 days ago in Poets