Previous contributions from:
Michele Darnell-Roberts
Blood Moon
They disappeared,
leaving me perplexed.
There was no warning,
no ritual to say farewell.
At the mercy of the moon
At the mercy of the moon
Each month
she waxes and wanes
and my moods change,
Arctic Retreat
I hear the call of the wild,
the northern lands of ice and snow
where I’ll stay in a wooden chalet
by a frozen lake.
Thirteen Moons Autumn Festival on Dartmoor
The Thirteen Moons festival took place from noon on Friday 19th to midnight on 21st September and was organised by Carolyn Hillyer. The festival was held at Lower Merripit Farm, Postbridge, an area of outstanding natural beauty in the wild heart of the moors.
read moreSea burial of a dead lover
You rose from the sea,
dripping wet with salt and tears
as you dragged your clinging lace
and came forward to meet me.