The Aspiring Bard

Favored among women, Sword shall pierce your heart, Disgraced and outcast one Whose blessings come through deepest mother-pain. Mara - bitter - Simple serving maid, Generations rise and call you blessed, Bringer of the One who brings Peace Through sword and flame.

Source Dark branches draw their lines Against the sky, In sternest black and white of Barren trees. A charcoal smudge of cedars, Bending low, Bear down beneath the blanket Sketch of snow. Color daubing only here and there- A flitting cardinal, Jays, And bittersweet- Relieve the monochrome Of snowy branch. I catch these moments here, Then lose them all As white swirls in Upon a hiss of wind. A sliding sound, A sudden shift of scene, The picture re-designed By Artist hands. 

I found this list of words. I love words (no surprise there, eh)? and as I browsed the list, little snippets of ideas began to pop out at me. I'm considering a series of themed short poems. We'll see how it goes.

Source The old man with the distant eyes Gazing out to sea Forms all his dreams Into a strand Of timeless memory And floats them out To join the ships Up-anchored from the quay.