Here I provide a selection of poems and writings, each one a study of a
different poetic form. Taking different elements of the Wilde as my theme, I
endeavour to make the most of each style of writing to fully convey each notion
in a pleasing, sometimes challenging, manner.

Beneath Wilde Trees

Beneath Wilde Trees that bow and sway,
There are great tales just left to lay.
We creatures spend lives long and free.
We sing our songs 'round Moonhart Tree,
And await, once more, that lost way.

Fears, oh that reach, we now allay!
Forgotten debts, we will repay!
Our enemies can't help but flee,
Beneath Wilde Trees!

We roar our old names, hear us bay.
A rage of ages on display.
We call so far 'cross Inner sea
To mountains 'n' Teeth, we cast the plea,
Can you know what it is we say,
Beneath Wilde Trees?

Spirits

Great antlers rise.
Growth from ancient wood! He bows,
And the leaves may fall.

Three ladies dancing,
A feast in dark skies, rising
Above the pale trees.

Forgotten wings beat.
Shadows on the rotten land
Screeching. Torn feathers.

Black curtain on times,
Gone and coming. Secrets hide
In ancient embrace.

Dreams of the Fae

In ancient circles, those spirits arise
Through shimmering gates and portals wild
Called by Wicca, by the light of the skies
Upon the Seren these creatures have smiled

Since times beyond mem'ry they serve and fight
Bound by the promise of those in the past
Such ethereal fae, oh pixie and sprite
They weave their wild spells, cold songs do they cast.

But as times turn, as a wheel in river.
The tides draw back, as all seasons will change.
The Fates pull strings, and the land, feel it shiver
Know, from those spirits, the people estrange

What Wilde sorrow befalls the basin's land,
When trees and plants and bones all change to sand?

The Glinshari Circle

Circle
Blue Flames
An old place
But a new strength
Is the magic behind this forgotten now?

Burial Mounds

Dead
Cold bones
Ancestors
Resting here now
Their time has passed yet we call on them still

Sacred Leaves

Within the forest, leaves grow free
When forced, a hollow growth is found
Safe underneath the Moonhart tree
Within the forest, leaves grow free
When hidden, truth is hard to see
When whispered: hard to hear it's sound
Within the forest, leaves grow free
When forced, a hollow growth is found

Ethereal

Farplane, chosen of Fae and Spirit,
Misty land beyond nature and life.
Beyond the touch of the worldly:
Beauty unbounding, yet
Secrets unyielding.
We find right here
A world more
real, more
true.

Pale Horizons

Visions dancing near me, calling
Shadows all around me, crawling
As darkness draws close, comes behind
Pale horizons pull on my mind

A path far from where I started
From all I know, now am parted
Not knowing what there is, I'm blind
Pale horizons pull on my mind

Journeys end I now am nearing
Through the mist I see a clearing
By the trees I am with my kind
still Pale horizons pull on my mind