Two of my poems, Unsolicited Advice and Gwion finds gainful employment, have been published in Issue One of Three Drops from a Cauldron's web journal! Image: Mushrooms by Amoret
Some Gifts
Some Gifts by Amoret BriarRose great Need brings a subtle gift to your table, wrapped in tenacity and bound to your backbone: the opportunity to transform luck into legacy. Image: Wealth, Need, Legacy by Amoret
Unseasonably Warm
Unseasonably Warm the misled tree buds in November, under every scar a battle fought some wiser than others. © 2013 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image: Buds of Almond by halfrain - some rights reserved
Limbs Like Veins Across the Sky
Winter Warmth bare black limbs vein the cotton clouded sky, kindling for the cold burn of moonlight © 2013 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image: Between the Branches...Fog by glasseyes view - some rights reserved
Winter Haiku
white willow, wood smoke bittersweet winter oak sighs gray earth, gray morning © 2011 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image: Tree Silhouettes by John Morgan - some rights reserved
Heritage
Heritage Attempting to make beet kvass, simple Slavic blood-strengthening tonic. There is no family recipe, just the cook, water, sea salt and the roots, bleeding purple-red birthmarks on determined hands. © 2013 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image: That's The Biggest Beet I've Got by Kari Sullivan - some rights reserved
Prophecy-Fulfilling Self
Prophecy-Fulfilling Self A snow of dust is on the dresser, the unhinged bed lies open. I'm becoming someone I longed for wants ago. © 2015 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image via Tryphena
Sovereignty
Sovereign By Amoret BriarRose I am the bow that unfurls the arrow's speed and the arrow, and the air it divides and the cool eye watching as I fly past my sight. © 2015 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image: Female Archer by Sean Kirkpatrick - Some rights reserved
First Sonnet
I have never written a sonnet before - what a frustrating, yet ultimately fun task! Shoreline: The Mermaid’s Sonnet The waves grow rough and crash upon the rock Till sand remains as bone returns to soil And tide beats on the drum of shore, a clock No man can cheat, nor bribe with wit or... Continue Reading →