There’s something in the air, A cinnamon glow, An oaken grove, Whispering, rustling. Can it be, Tales of a season’s past, A talisman found in campfire ash? They tell of long lost rituals fading as the Earth freezes. Sssh… They lull soft and smooth, As the breeze cools, knowing it must settle soon. -Annalise … More The prologue
Here lies a home with the familiar fade of history worth a thousand days. And in the wind through rusted arbors of palms and pine, dwindles hints of oak tree and thyme. Their leafy canopies stare at relics of the past That have since turned to ash, and in the warn ring of laughter’s old … More The Rings in the Oak Wood
I know this post is slightly belated, but WOW, I cannot believe this site is already 2 years old. Thank you all so so so much for all your love and support. I appreciate it very much. Love, Annalise Wellman
Honey trickles through the oak blinds Rolling mellifluously, dripping on the cotton and leather, Dusting the glass table with golden pollen And the daffodils with syrupy sun Oh, how it rolls the lake in a bourbon rug As earthly orbs sip drunkenly before the long slumber.
As I lay here breathing, heavy to my ears I hear, the sirens of crickets in the heavy cotton night. Musty cloth, shaken The dust is stirred. To the beat of my cage, I wonder what the window taints And what I will find behind the blinds, Could it be she? Alas, she’s invisible when … More Untitled, 2019
Your glistening, glinting, maternal face Looks over a midnight, ghost town Full and bright, Porous and light Dusting the ground in silvery powder, Though you may be too far to see, Your reflection on the pond’s crystal dermis, Or your illumination amongst the heavenly spheres, Each night, in awe, each mortal soul stares up at … More Midnight mother
I am a Renaissance man, Oh wait, that mustn’t be. I must have different parts to be of that entity. I must never open a book, for that would be heresy. “Don’t try to paint for it will taint your white facade” they scream. Yes, I do a little poetry, I can string some steps … More The Renaissance Woman
