St. Crispins

St. Crispins

the asylum walls 
lay bare 

with voices

sound structure 
noise whirling 
locks click

spiral 
staircases

tumble

into cold water 
shivering

nightmares

(c) 2018 Jan Darrow

photo: pixabay 

Sleeping Trees

Sleeping Trees

A forest dark 

in autumn night

alone with all 

the milky light

of stars
 across a universe

will pause and know

her woods 
could speak of snow.

And rest
was not so long ago
when moon
above a winter freeze
wrapped the boughs
of sleeping trees
with sterling blankets
lined in ease.


(c) 2013 Jan Darrow
photo: pixabay

long before

long before

the love entwined

long before the two began

spirits 
whispered listened

dreamed and planned

extraordinary

heart

(c) 2019 Jan Darrow

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Want to Be

Want to Be

want to be the stars

want to be the sky

want to be the love

within your eye

want to be a letter

on a sheet of white

...or the darkness in the night

could I be a reason why?

or a dark and simple lie?

would I be the past?

...more than you have asked

I'd like to be a dream

inside your head

...or a book that you just read

can I be your words?

want to be your blue

want to be your rain

everything in vain

(c) 2019 Jan Darrow

photo: pixabay

In the Shallow

In the Shallow

We came down to the shore

to look at 

the blue ice,

a color of sky

we had never seen before.

And in the distance

a freighter

leaned away from the rocks

against the coming

darkness.

(c) 2018 Jan Darrow

photo: pixabay