Photography, “Pixie Playground” by Rhonda Havlock
Poetry by Rhonda Havlock
In thickest wood at darkest hour
ancient starlight does empower
Magic’s children to appear
as summer’s solstice draws them near.
In this garden of the moon
where sacred lotus flowers bloom
the well of hope is full and clear
a soul renewed is coming near.
When fireflies by fey are born
a holy oath by them is sworn.
Protect the children lest the fear
their journey now on Gaia’s sphere.
Morning’s close and time is quick
blood runs fast from thorny prick.
New heart beats strong and cries delight
soft night is gone, again there’s light.
With harm to none, baptized by fire
at this the most enchanted hour;
with grace as soft as morning dew
a dream unfolds…and time is new.
Artwork by Joey Havlock
Poetry by Rhonda Havlock
In blissful dreams he drifts in time
Lost in contemplation
A complex mind reflects and sits
in ardent admiration.
Conflicting states allied in hope
Extremes breed deep respect
A new idea enlightens night
a cherished foe he must inspect.
Awareness dawns as fear retreats
The spirit must react
The mind has come full circle
knowing opposites attract.
Artwork by Joey Havlock
Poetry by Rhonda Havlock
A tortured soul, I must escape
No keys for this unyielding gate
My screams not even I can hear
How long have I been hiding here?
No light, no chance, no hope in sight
This darkness fills me day and night
Unyielding, cruel, the pain is clear
Caught in this trap…it’s me I fear.
A lot of my poetry has been written to express how different works of art have touched me. Thoughts, feelings or ideas that have been inspired by a painting or sculpture. Here is some of that poetry shown with the artwork that inspired it.
Artwork by Joey Havlock
Poetry by Rhonda Havlock
Deep in the soul a dream still exists
Awakened from slumber in sweet morning mists.
Long dormant, forgotten, hidden from view
Now stirring, arising for journeys anew.
To wander unhindered toward hopes of its own
A quest for nirvana, a mind free to roam.
To soar high with eagles or walk hallowed halls
A spirit’s set free in A Room with No Walls.
