lorienfae

[lorienfae]

I bathe

in the seastirred serene, a glimmer

of cloud

and random pelican wing

in motion

layers

of froth and exhaling waves

tracing the whimsy

bare,

unraveled,

jovial

in the briny air.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

oceanic hymns woven into skin

glittered by droplet tithe

in offering to the aether

the folklore of each breath

sanctified to the aerated dream,

quiet

verdancy of water

under a stark gaze, roused

from trance

by plucking tiny ripples

with

gently whispering fingertips.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Polaroids

A rustle through watching dawn and the honeyed warmth of linen sheets, I drift my gaze over the furrowed grooves of window blinds and the surrounding quiet sighs into my ear. I dance through the air, volant, like birds, freedom-feathered and heart-leaping. Like love.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Torpor in spaces between minutes, watching the hours idle in their silent cacophony

toes dipped in creek shallows, I watch eons unfold with a heartshaped rock and an unearthed smile

allegories reflect pareidolic and I recall Nimue in lake waters or the agelessness of Tam Lin (at least while he was away)

and I let thoughts sway in their misty current around me.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Fiery. Ethereal. Beautiful. The sky, like dragon-breath, bloomed.

[lorienfae]

Sentience dripping off of the eaves of being, cascade rivulets of thought mixed in with tears and stardust,

I watch as we all watch time

cogwheel minutes spinning, heart — a steampunk song, and drops of loneliness feigning intimacy with a paintbrush

as it rolls across the canvas.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Sighs trickle along the simple topography of closeness, baptize

time in nourishing humbleness, eloquent

in the exhaled fluency of feeling — it becomes so easy

to convey, to comprehend, once the heart unfurls its lexicon, hovering

hummingbird-like before emotion, eager and ecstatic —

iridescent in its enlightenment.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

'Neath a willow serenade

in the falling serein, gentle

and diaphanous, gliding into duskfall,

hold me, tender and true

in your arms of hope, for these dregs of sunrays

shall reforge by the morrow

and let us

be reborn

emerging

from our nocturnal chrysalis.

My willow prayer ribbons around me

in dew-bathed fae dances.

© Anna S. 2025 // for @definegodliness 's poetry prompt "willow"

[lorienfae]

Love is all around,

so beautifully flowing,

blessed in gratitude.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Faith whispered in mourning dove wing-sway, air ripples, and I pendulate

through layers of time, heaps of typewritten pages fluttering all around,

your name echoing in a Courier typography sigh,

all these feathers raining around me but it is your wings that I miss

—once a promise of being held now a ghost of feeling—

I still miss you

but the silence erodes away at the shores where I stood waiting for you,

your absence drowns and I watch the light filter through the surface

like this love for you filtering through my heart.

© Anna S. 2025 // for "i guess it was too much to hope for" prompt by @cruxymox

[lorienfae]

a poetry prompt for you!

"i guess it was too much to hope for"

Let me see what I can do with this

[lorienfae]

Escape into the ravenous nothingness, rustling silence chiseling away at dusk's heft

night glistens like shoal murmurs in the murkiness of water

—veiled, like thought confinement of insomnia;

breath is like driftwood bobbing in the current,

swaying through corridors of sleep, like kelp in the mist,

lifting fingertips above the surface

in order to wake up.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Shed yesterday's skin like old leaves and trailed wind,

echoes from a grotto murky and dank whispering of another life, layers

that weave around our breaths, notion of stillness

in the breeze, in the arms that speak of want and gratitude, and warmth

—the warmth I seek, of you, in the mists across the horizon.

© Anna S. 2025 // for the prompt skin by @picklemafia

[lorienfae]

Limbs splayed in the arms of renegade thunder, we echo —

life unfurls

ebbing and flowing with tides, soft rustle of seawater and breath, plumes of froth interweaving with feathers of wings in flight

like double-exposed film, otherwordly and ethereal.

With falling petals we whisper — a heart to heart elixir, comprehension anointed upon lips,

and we, in our Oubaitori flow, bloom in time, in being,

flowers that billow in the lemniscate tide.

© Anna S. 2025 / for the prompt by @picklemafia

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White, shimmering, ethereal, the egret writes its own ode by flight, verses of feather and wing spoken by air's apt lips

eloquent, heart tinging

and quietly sighed into time. The ceremony of being

is rapt and flowing, fleeting yet vastly eternal

and simply allowed to be.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Somewhere through a veil of stars somewhere out there we are

floating like dandelion seeds and lazy sunlit grins

somewhere within eternity's wispy and mellow sigh

we relearn to fly, you and I.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Sanctum,

in perigee to the eloquence of contours, the way we sway and move in tune with the sea,

becomes a tale of chemistry, we play palmistry

—your fingers reading me aptly and sans thought, only sense,

unmoored and carried by the currents.

Memories

aren't made to shine alabaster and pristine, they bear verdigris chapters of layer-by-layer feeling, morsels of pearl mixed with barnacles and mud, silt

upon the ocean floor—

and, rummaging through tresses of seaweed, I try to remember vestiges of something wrapped in mist, a trace of touch

that seems only a dream.

© Anna S. 2025