Tulips in the dark

Some flowers bloom in the dark,Unseen by sunshine they crave,Untended but for one tender touch. Still, they bloom. Unnourished as a plagued plain,With buds of waxen green,Unwatered, never to be seen. Still, they bloom. Sometimes, a flap of a moth’s wing,Stirs a whirlwind held in place and time,And they tremble from stalk to roots. Still,Continue reading “Tulips in the dark”

Puig des Molins

High on the hill of windmillsRest the smiling bones of men.Where the ten centuries old olive tree stands,They walked ten centuries before,And some, some centuries more.Long gone their pink flesh and brown eyes,Now they wear glossy green weeds.Their brown age-stained teeth remain.Where their friends carved out hypogea in the stone,Placed painted ostrich eggs with them,TributesContinue reading “Puig des Molins”