Explorer (16a)


Childhood favourite
In my ear
Fairy stories beckoned me
Hinting at ingress

Looking here
Looking there of course
Each stone turned
Discovering vibrant life
Cloaking … Mystery


Shadorma November

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 16, 2017, in Shadorma and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. This reminds me of wishing up a fairyland in my backyard. Wishing for wisps to appear.

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  2. I’ve always loved mysteries too, Ben. Maybe it comes with the OCD, needing to solve the mystery…. (That serves us well, methinks.)

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