There was a pearl Palace
In a land so far away
They said it glowed at midnight
And sparkled in the day
In the pearl Palace
A lovely princess stayed.

She walked The Halls a'dreamin
Of a handsome man
To take her from the golden Halls
Of that foreign land
But her company was peacocks
She didn't understand.

A Wizard's spell had captured her
To keep her in that place
Where no one kept her company
Tears flowed down her face
She was kept quite comfortably
In her Silk and Lace.

She knew the great volcano
Would erupt for miles and miles
If she left the Pearl Palace
Where she was kept in style
And so she stayed there all alone
A sad and lonely child.

Catherine Jarvis
8/16/2019

Deep within the grass & kelp
'Neath Posidon's briney waves
A stable of seahorses live
And in the corals sway

They blend into their background
With their leafy fins
With bubble eyes
and puckered snout
They hope a mate to win!

Poseidon doesn't ride them
Tho he breaks the tallships sails
He'd rather be amused by them
Their odd shape & curling tails!

The seahorse is a character!
Who loves the shadows deep
Poseidon there hides pearls
For his seahorses to keep.

Catherine Jarvis
8/14/2019

There is a lady in the night
A constellation fair
Lady of the Crescent Moon
You'll see her sitting there.

She wears a diadem of stars
Opals of bright hues
Each color in it represents
A soul who's been abused.

She, who is their patron
Lets them shine like suns
She holds them in the heavens
And cares for every one.

She holds a scepter crystalline
Wears rubies on her sleeves
Her bossom alabaster stones
A tapestry she weaves.

The crescent moon behind her
It's beams are like a flood
It is a second diadem
For she's of royal blood.

AH! You cannot see her?
No. You will not see her soon
You'd only see from VENUS

Lady of the Crescent Moon.

I take in the
Taste of prisms
With a tender tongue

Blue,  violet, verdant green
Magenta marvelous
Yellow, mellow light
The flavors of the sun
Shining through crystal
Covering my lips
Cherry red

The Taste Of Prisms
Emerges
Energizes
Enervated inspiration
And the ecru canvas
Comes alive with color!

CREATE!!

I drink of Darkness
Under the pure skin of night
Where Shadows pool
In my cupped hands.

I drink of Darkness.
I drown in it.
I Revel in its sorrow
It's oily tears.
I sink under its billows.
The Bellows of its lungs.
Which fill with the phlegm
Of the countless dogs
Who drink of it.

I look up at the auburn sky.
For the sake of the devil
Starless.

I drink of Darkness.
Like a pool which is a
Septic morass
Of nightcrawlers.

I drink of Darkness.
Bailing with no raft.
A soul eclipsed

By nothing.