by Mae Caldwell | Oct 13, 2021 | Poetry
The edge of doubt is razor sharp and paper thin. Much too keen on thicker skin. It slices with ease and burns like hell- A feeling… I know all too well. Your kiss upon it… won’t make it better. It spreads like an infectious tetter. It covers...
by Mae Caldwell | Jun 21, 2021 | Poetry
A throne woven of four trees I gift to thee… A crown of stars upon your brow. The Solstice of Midsummer, the time for change is now. Sit still within the elements, breathe deep, and exhale remorse. Fair child of Litha I bathe you in green- Set forth upon new...
by Mae Caldwell | Jun 17, 2021 | Poetry
by Mae Caldwell | Nov 24, 2020 | Poetry
Is your level of weird to the depths of hers? …..or….. does her innate being– the natural rhythm of her physical heart- Beat to the sound of its own drum? Calling the Ocean in you, like a siren to her shores. Crashing into her ….again and...
by Mae Caldwell | Sep 25, 2020 | Poetry
by Mae Caldwell | Sep 24, 2020 | Poetry
Fragile waves come to shore… but always recede back for more. For when they kiss the shore again, it’s with the strength of a thousand men. Never...
