LIVE ON AMAZON KINDLE- Legends of Windemere: Sleeper of the Wildwood Fugue

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Originally posted on Legends of Windemere:
LEGENDS OF WINDEMERE: SLEEPER OF THE WILDWOOD FUGUE LIVE on Amazon Kindle! Art by Jason Pedersen The final champion stirs and reaches out to any who can hear her voice. Yet all who heed her call will disappear into the misty fugue. Awakening their new ally is only the…


A darkness in the spirit,

One would imbibe,

Washing away wishes,

Create a great divide,

Burning broken bridges,

Diluting diatribe,

Life was distilled, in

Whiskey, one would hide.

And memory was mystery,

(A mythological history)

Invented just to justify,

The resistance of existence,

And the chance to deny,

Until light spilled though a whisper,

Life asked me to kiss her,

Believed (BELIEVED!),

My love, she breathed,

A reason to live, to be,

One wonders, discovery,

So sweet is recovery,

Finally one feels free.

Thank you to Sreejit at the Seeker’s Dungeon for the ‘DungeonPromt’ pertaining to recovery.  Baldy notes that he is not only speaking in the third person, but is currently more than eight years sober – thanks to a loving wife and three beautiful children.

Discovery Beyond Recovery

The poem poured out,

On to tired looking paper,

Where bored ‘individuals’,

Took turns to rape her,

Dissecting, infecting,

Disgusting theory,

Whilst words withered, wondering,

Why do they fear me?

Imaginations, stifled,

They rifled through text books,

Terrible teaching,

Received only vexed looks,

Schooled in deciphering,

Kept under heel,

The poem wept,

For they did not feel.


Winter finds the brokenhearted,

Malcontented, disenchanted,

Disappointed, our departed,

Left for shores, as yet, uncharted,

Love has grown and flown, alone,

An abyssal maw, an undertone,

Once more, cancer has outsmarted,

But cannot kill what you imparted,

For your wisdom, warmth and life still give,

And in our hearts, will ever live.