Holding the Vision

A glimmer within
a glimpse of gold
a new thought opening to be told
wings unfolding
envying striations of the
new mornings light
leaving behind memories
sloughing of skin
gold gleaming I reach a fistful air
and climb a ladder
to a new unknowable place
untrammeled and half-recalled.

Ancient Artifacts

One of my dear friends up here in the magical North-east has begun his own business selling jewelry and various miniatures of different other worldly creatures, he is working hard, and has made some short swords and daggers. All of his work can be found on e-bay under the name of his business, Ancient Artifacts. I urge you to look for the work of this hard-working, versatile craftsman. Thanks.

Girl in the green dress by Adam Parry

Met her on a blue day.
A dream sped sky, everyone selling glee around here, charming a
a change in me, meeting her on a blue, blue day.
Not a journey on the bus to another horizon,
where old lovers wait.

Trees and weeds and grass we crushed beneath New Physics in praise of the sea's light,
holding me straight like a hologram, making new magic.

Blue sunlight dreams about us in the still air
I, the dragon, rushes to meet you, in your new, green dress. A surprise.
I scissor you between my sleep
each expectation left unmet.
You have orange roses in your eyes
thawing as old old hearts thaw,
when I saw you in the green dress, you,
had made yourself.

Where Dragons met by Adam Parry

The dragons met in a collision of star cradles,
sprinkled silver cold beyond the Moon.
Male and Female energies entwine, arise,
enmeshed in the shower of their hair,
something pulling he and she apart,
melting the bonds of the time of the
Immaterial girl away from me.
She sows together the edges of Time,
embroidering patterns
that we never once expected.

Saturday afternoon bu Adam Parry

The bus veers through along
the familiar route,
heading me to a new place,
that
seemed unreachable before sleep.
I'd left everything behind
all my misplaced steps
were waiting to take me to this place.
I'd always be on time for you
and never leaving wondering
if I'd forgotten you- no, not for the length of the
pause in the music. I shared alone with you. That silence of friends
I didn't want to break.
And the wind blew through
the trees as I veered away.
Still running for the next bus that
would take me back to you.
Knowing one more time my face would
veer into your view.

Please...by Adam parry

Excuse me? Can I borrow a dream?
I've been sitting so long
that I forgotten how to sleep.

Excuse me? can I borrow a bed?
for my heads too big
for the one that I'm in.

Excuse me? Yes this is one will do
and thanks for the dream.
I'l lend you one too.

Beildside 11.52 am by Adam Parry

There were waves of wind over
 the field of half grown corn or
 a white surf
over the sea of green, they slowly went their way
like will o wisps and the sound of a shh
that flew diagonally toward the precious road.

From where I sat I saw a green sea
bordered by the beaches of the hedgerow.
I saw a delicate wing shaped snow  above the emerald waters, sunlit,
where the fishes had their fun. The snow cloud flowed and flew
to the next field and the next until the sea drained into my veins.