Night Flight

witch fine art america.

The white witch whistles by on her broomstick

a fragrance of flying ointment fills the air

and fuels her ascent to the world of coincidence

where anything ethereal is possible.


The moon shines brightly lighting the astral

where thought forms willow and wallow

in hazy half revealed wisps of wonder

wandering in and out of imagination.


Day as long as night at Autumn equinox

what might this reveal in Pandora’s box?

Secrets locked out of reach of matter

or a thanksgiving spell for the right of Mabon.


Chill fills the air as autumn approaches

ripe fruit on tree of life branches

whilst inner life lives deliver their secrets

to those with psychic second sight.


For Tony Maude’s Nonsense Poems at dVerse

Image from fine art America

Owl, Pussycat and Piggy

Owl and Pussycat

Pussycat’s wet paws

reveal a leak on return

from land of Bong tree


Owl hoots in panic

as water engulfs guitar

and honey jar.


Pea green boat sinking

Owl and Pussycat swimming

towing the guitar


Ahoy! Cries Piggy

from his fast catamaran

I brought you a line


So glad of rescue

they scramble aboard to dine

on pilchards in wine.


Apologies to Edward Lear and the traditional haiku

For Tony Maude’s prompt at dVerse to write a nonsense poem.

Bewitched by Da Da Land


In quiet country

Through a winding way I went

and found a broken castle

with round turned turrets

the drawbridge dropped

bidding me enter Da Da land


I vaguely heard the music of a harp,

a maiden singing songs of strange passion

causing the curling of my toes

I sought out this princess’s voice

through a wide hall into a passage.

A metallic noise halted my mission

a knight in armour clattered

towards me with terrible intent.

After me with an axe he was bent.


I fled in terror but the drawbridge was drawing

my only escape into the mote below

deep through water and weed I went

until I spied a door in the bank

through here a stone staircase wound down

into the bowels of middle earth

where reptilians pored over parchments

of plans for a new world order.

Near me at the foot of the steps

I saw the escape chain


to finish the fantasy.


Written for Victoria’s prompt at dVerse.


Illustration ‘Fantasy Castle’ byezuke on Deviant Art



Venice and Cruise 140

Texture of Turkish coffee

powdery and pungent

lingers on the tongue

amongst the smells of spices

and noise of barter in the bazaar.

Barefoot in the Great Blue Mosque

between the canto call to prayers.


Court of the Ottoman Empire

From the Topkapi Palace we view

Bosphorus Strait from the golden canopy.

Smooth  beautiful burnished metal.

Sacred geometry in intricate patterns

forming flowers and  friezes

of tiny tiles on walls, floors and ceilings.


Istanbul, the only city in the world to be built on two continents, Europe and Asia. Byzantium history and centre of the Ottoman Empire.

First photo by Tigerbrite second by our guide at the Topkapi Palace.

Posted for Victoria’s prompt ‘Texture’ on The Bardo Group

and shared with dVerse.

Venice and Cruise 146

Planet Cyberluz

Mary Magdelene.

Divine feminine

restoring balance to earth

through hearts of people


The home of the Black Warriors, exists in another dimension and remains shrouded in mystery.  It is the planet of knowledge.  Here lies the secret of generation and re-generation and the key to the manifestation of all things.  High in the heavens, close to the throne of glory, is a storage house of divine light from source.  Cyberluz guards the gateway to the negative elements but is hidden from the forces of darkness that would disrupt the work of the Warriors.  This storehouse of abundance can be accessed through unconditional love by every soul in the Universe.

Our fearless Warriors are androgynous, highly evolved beings and, because they have the qualities of both male and female, are completely balanced.

Since the conference at Moon Centre, Emperor Sirius, Regent of Cyberluz and his warriors have been working on the mission to save planet earth by offering a Temple of Light.  It will be hidden in another dimension out of reach of the undeveloped mind which has become self-centred of heart where they should be God centered.

Those who reach out to spirit will visualise a place of complete beauty, it will radiate God’s love to them whatever their religion or lack of it.  Each person’s personal temple is unique, constructed from their thought forms, woven with divine love and accessed through the love of an open heart.

Once through the door of the temple of their imagination, their higher spiritual self will receive attunement to a more powerful energy frequency, allowing the divine feminine to enter the mind of man.  People’s vibratory rate will be increased with each visit to their temple.  They will gain wisdom and grow in spiritual understanding until they are able to see through the veil to the Celestial Temple.  They will learn to manifest the gifts of the universe, access Akasha on demand and use the information stored there to enhance their lives and heal Gaia.

The Celestial Temple of Light on planet Cyberluz appears empty except for reflections of the four holy living creatures.   Spirit of the Shekinah  stands alone at the altar preparing to say the monumental words of power releasing universal music with a mighty frequency of the Holy Spirit into the ether and herald the dawn of a New Age.


Bjorn at dVerse invites us to share a haibun

Image ‘Mary Magdalene and the Holy Grail’ from Sacred Images at Mount Shasta.