Echoes Through Time

Endlessly repeating

Chanting mysteriously, in this

Hollow, cavernous space, words I can’t catch

Over and over they go, lost to time


Written for Day 16 of A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017: Write a poem on the theme of “echo”.  Any length.

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Curling Swirling

Curling, swirling

Vines twist and turn

Labyrinthine trails

Drawn in the sand

Etched upon stone

Coiling around trees

Spelling out dreams

Crossing thresholds

Binding thought to movement

Blending shadow and shine

The seen and unseen

An Elemental Mirror

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Water is a mirror

Reflecting back at us

Past, present and future

What has been

What is

And what might be

A surface for scrying

Revealing the hidden

Secrets of the depths

Offering glimpses

Of arcane wisdom

Transcending visions

Reminding us

That we

And all that is

Will always be more

Than we can ever know

Ever appreciate

Ever understand

For the magic that

Binds all together

Is a complex web

In which the mysteries

Are concealed

But those who dare to look

On the reflective surface

Of an elemental mirror

May just start to see


This was written for Day 16 of “A Month of Mini Writing Challenges“.  See this page here for more details and a list of prompts.

Excavating the Archives: The Witch’s Candle

witchcraft flash fiction

When darkness descends

The candle does light

By it’s illumination

I work ritual and rite.

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The flame flickers and dances

To my circle I will

Spirits and Guardians

My spell to fulfil.

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Time-honoured enchantments

Witchcraft of old

Ancient raw magic’s

A sight to behold.

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When night’s precious darkness

Gives way to the sun

The spell is all over

And my will be done.

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So, if you’ve a problem

Come visit me

And by the light of my candle

I’ll amend things for thee.


This was one of the first poems that I actually posted on this blog, back on the 1 July 2015.

Choosing the Road (Earthbound #7)

It has been (many) months since I posted a chapter from Earthbound.  If you are new to this story, visit its index page here where you will find links to all the previous chapters as well as little more information about the story itself.


The first step of a journey is always the hardest.  You must work out where you need to go and how you are going to get there.  You don’t want to begin by starting down the wrong path, for who knows if you might ever find your way again.  Thankfully I had my map laid out before me.  All I needed to do was follow the directions I had been given.

From my look around I could see there were three options before me.

The first to my left was a narrow animal trail that seemed to disappear as soon as it started beneath the tree canopy.  The way looked barred in places due to overgrown brambles.

The second directly in front of me was much wider and the path clear of all obstructions.  The sun shone down through great gaps in the branches overhead, bathing the path in golden light illuminating a number of wild roses.

The final one was to my right and appeared wider than the first but narrower than the second.  To either side of it grew two young oak saplings flanking the entrance, and just beyond them I could see a little of the way ahead due to the moderate light that filtered down in places.

I had a choice to make.  The dark path, the light path or the one that was in between.   The bramble track, rose track or oak track.

I closed my eyes and allowed my heart to make the decision…

New Dimension (poem)

candle in the dark

She grasped the candle
In both hands
Spilt melted wax
Upon the land
Whispered words
Of magic past
Closed her eyes
Home at last
The air it tingled
In colours bold
Keep it close
To have, to hold
In light of moon
In light of stars
That which she seeks
Is not that far
Giving voice to
Her intention
Brings forth change
A new dimension

Past Lives

past lives

The stranger smiled.  Alice smiled back, wondering why he looked familiar.  Why he felt familiar.

She forced herself to look away, to stop staring, but she couldn’t stop wondering.  There was something about him.  She would have said it was the energy he was giving off, if she had believed in such things.  But she didn’t.

Instead she made herself concentrate – her stop was coming up and if she missed it, she would be late for work.  As she made to press the button that would get the bus to stop where she needed, Alice’s hand brushed the stranger’s ever so slightly, and a jolt of electricity passed up her arm, causing her to gasp and her cheeks to flush in embarrassment.

A thousand thoughts crossed her mind, none of them sensible, so she fixed her eyes on the floor, feeling foolish.  She spent the rest of the journey wishing either that she was invisible or that a gaping hole in the floor would open up and throw her under the bus.  Neither happened.

When the bus slowed, she made her way down the short aisle before stepping off on to terra firma, but pulled up short to avoid colliding with a pushchair on the path.

A hand on her arm came from behind to steady her, and the pulse of electricity again tingled her skin.  For some reason, nerves fluttered like butterflies in the pit of her stomach.  What was going on here?

‘I’m so sorry,’ the voice said apologetically as she slowly turned round, wondering what would be the quickest way to end the most uncomfortable, awkward journey to work she could remember.  However, the stranger kept on talking.  ‘Your name’s Alice, isn’t it?  I know you from somewhere,’ he continued, perplexed, ‘but I can’t think where from.’

As Alice looked into his eyes she suddenly saw reflecting back at her how she knew him.  Visions of times past flashed before her, visions of her and him, in strange places and wearing even stranger clothes.

‘Jack…?’ she whispered, at once not believing what she knew to be impossible, and yet completely certain that it was the truth.