Tag Archives: beauty

Coda

Posted on December 13, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

He’s got a green guitar, Emerald Isle green, and his hair is snow white now, but his voice still rings like a Tibetan bell. I don’t care that the decades have given him more wisdom than he had when he … Continue reading →

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the long adventure

Posted on December 11, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Stones are rounded by the caress of water, three hundred thousand years without me. I am so small. I am so big. I am just a speck on the page of this long adventure. To breathe in the dust of … Continue reading →

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Mug Shots

Posted on April 18, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Echo, her whisper forever a tale to be told, gave to him her heart but Narcissus was not to be content. Yet another saw his heart beholden to the careless countenance of the world’s most beautiful man, and poor Ameinias, fool … Continue reading →

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The Elbows of Sentries

Posted on March 1, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Nothing is soothing about barbed wire. Brand new it may glisten like the cold heart of steel does but it will never be your fuzzy peach, your sycamore tree. Rusted, it stains your fingers – orange like a sun setting … Continue reading →