Winter’s Crescent-Moon

Intrigued by the bright star
of the winter’s crescent-moon.
My heart hopes: for a less
contemporary annual design.

Something simple, something
without pain, something far away
from my corridor of horrors.

Listening intently, I imagine
comforting songs of night,
sung in the stars light, by
consolatory Saints.

A song of understanding,
A song of all that is good,
A song of all that is meant to be.

Humbled by nature’s way of
showing life is not all melancholy,
there is serenity before we disappear,
if we choose to see.

– L.J. Lenehan –


Villainous Times

Running through the maze of time;
Observing from an invisible field,
Passing the mimes of crime,
From which all fear is shielded.
Árvakr and Alsviðr* flee with the sun –
Sköll* hungrily pursues.
Two beauties protect as one;
Confusing the hungry wolf to the enclosure of the zoos.
But the pursuit of beauty is not easily confused;
Much like an ocean that floods a city.
The sun finally comes out bemused –
By all the havoc it caused because of an ignored bounty.
Insecurities and fears must be released;
Nature, beast and man must emerge as one –
Or the priests of time will find us all deceased,
Devoured by our own villains.

— -L.J. Lenehan –

*In Norse mythology, Sköll (Old Norse “Treachery”)[1] is a wolf that chases the horses Árvakr and Alsviðr, that drag the chariot which contains the sun (Sól) through the sky every day, trying to eat her.