Tag: rose

  • Sneewittchen

    Sneewittchen

    Ten small moons blank as bone, not bright enough to guide her home. Five above, and five below in the land of Fae, where cold winds blow. A coffin, glass, her beauty case; asleep at last, the maiden, chaste. A mirror’s truth first planted seed, from poison springs doom’s apple tree. Cloaked in night her…

  • sub-rosa

    on black satin sheets she gives herself to the moon— rose petals and thorns Ryan Stone

  • Mother & Son

    Mother & Son

    He faces the world Armed with a rose and a shield His mother’s blessing Ryan Stone For C&J