Helen Crutchett > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

Gilding the Lily Oh, bite your velvety lips Victorian girlTo give your s..

GLOSAHeart, we will forget him! You and I, tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. By Emily Dickenson ****..

My ‘glory-box' remains now as a storage boxFor books to read one dayThe outside aged and worn over the yearsThe original purpose of ..

Dream a little dream of me In the dark and slinky night Plant your kisses on my neck until I shiver with delight ~Down limbs run you..

A Garden of Thorns A blue rose bush stands in her garden of thorns…. a little faded, a little jaded. Her beauty once admired in..

To me you were the song the nightingale trills In the lonely spaces of music’s beat A heart’s violin string in deep ..

For Tovli's Ten Contest. (not for consideration)

Take wing with me.... soar over trees To faerie realm’s distant dreams Mirror moonbeams flirt Dainty butterflies skirt &ls..

Trimeric ~ written for my contest (See Albert's Poetry Cafe)

Crows and Doves Doves fly high in white lightThey have always knownBlack crows mean death…~~~ Blood red sky spills on desert..