(written upon entering an off-season Renaissance Faire grounds for auditions for this year--the contrast between the on and off season atmosphere spoke to me....)
A cold wind blows through
a deserted lane--
where once enchanted bowers
stood.
Desolated ruins lean
in weary consultation
dreaming of glory past.
Whispered conversations
of ghosts
lost in old translation.
Soon...soon....
A breath of warmth sighs through
the shivering trees--
where now abandoned campfires
wait.
Brilliant spires rise
in joyous inspiration
hungry for esteem to come.
Shouted exultations
of spirits
found in new incarnations.
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
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