Category Archives: Iron Tales

Winter is cold-hearted

Winter is cold-hearted,
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weathercock
Blown every way:
Summer days for me
When every leaf is on its tree;
– from “Summer” by Christina Rossetti

Art by Florence Harrison, illustration to “The Poems of Christina Rossetti”.

#TBT I SAY THAT I LOST YOU by Christine Elizabeth Ray

Invincible artistry in the words of Christine Elizabeth Ray:

I say that I lost you
as though you were an umbrella
that I carelessly left on the bus
after the summer rain had stopped…

https://braveandrecklessblog.com/2018/11/29/tbt-i-say-that-i-lost-you/

Christine E. Ray is an indie author and freelance editor who lives outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. You can read more of her work on her blog Brave and Reckless. Her first book of poetry, Composition of a Woman, is available through Amazon and other major online book retailers.

The cold earth slept below by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The cold earth slept below by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The cold earth slept below;
Above the cold sky shone;
And all around,
With a chilling sound,
From caves of ice and fields of snow
The breath of night like death did flow
Beneath the sinking moon.

The wintry hedge was black;
The green grass was not seen;
The birds did rest
On the bare thorn’s breast,
Whose roots, beside the pathway track,
Had bound their folds o’er many a crack
Which the frost had made between…

Art by Vladimir Kireev, “Winter”, 2014.

Jeanette Winterson’s 10 tips on writing from Brainpickings.org

10 rules of writing (which apply to all creative work) from one of our greatest living writers:

https://www.brainpickings.org/2018/09/05/jeanette-winterson-10-tips-on-writing/

They all boil down to: “Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.” – Neil Gaiman

Donating = Loving

Morning mist

The mist that
covers my heart
is thick
numbing mornings
and evenings
with the sagacity
of a cubist artifact.

It comes in layers
clinging with fetid fingers
on to the gargoyles
of the old mansion
our love has become.

No surprise from
any shadow
No brush
with velveteen
vulnerable
acts of tenderness.

Dragons and starlings
seem nearer
in the dancey mists

Love is uncovered
in a smile
at first light…
Is that enough?

© Iulia Halatz

Photography art – Grace M.Ballentine – Morning Mist

I am delighted that five of my poems were included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

La Mulți Ani, România!

“Romania is my country and the sweet hills covered in vineyards are my home place.

I have yet to find more beauty in the world as to measure the balmy vineyards in the shade of moonlit evenings…” – Iulia Halatz

Read more of my article on Mr Mohamad Al Karbi‘s blog illustrated with the best noncommercial video by Anthony Brzeski.

https://mohamadkarbi.com/2017/04/15/romania/

Abyss

“My whole life has been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone. Sometimes I try to leave my narrow path and join the swirling mainstream of life, but I always find myself drawn inexorably back towards the chasm’s edge, and there I shall walk until the day I finally fall into the abyss.”
Edvard Munch

Art – Orpheus by Melchior Lechter.