Anna : Writing

The Pink Moon

The Pink Moon

A Poem by Anna


Soft feathery light sifts down in your window,glittering on your skin like drops of evening dew.It sleep walks through the night, illuminating,a coral..
The Midnight Knocker

The Midnight Knocker

A Poem by Anna


I heard knocks on God's stained glass,half past midnight in the cathedral.Oh the air came stiffly unto my skin,where the dust slept in the bell tower...
Original Draft: The Candle Of Candston House

Original Draft: The Candle Of Candston House

A Story by Anna


A candle in the window, two stories up. Flickering in the blackness all alone. The snow flakes fall gently by, each to their own ballet. Upright only ..
Ballad Of The Sleepers

Ballad Of The Sleepers

A Poem by Anna


Curly haired, kindly smiles,pipe smoke and wandering eyes.To venture upon such a sight,he sought not after gold nor whys.Tangled, but not forever so l..
The Sandman's Gift

The Sandman's Gift

A Poem by Anna


Looking off into a space of stars,we stand together, for a reason I don't know.I fell through strange worlds I can't recall,and he leaves me like a br..
Mad Man's Haven

Mad Man's Haven

A Poem by Anna


The cold winds of France,had no voice for the estranged.I saw the air become colors of blood,turning shades to the deranged.Philosophy is no part of t..
The Fields Of Home

The Fields Of Home

A Poem by Anna


Pink buttercups and yellow wheat grass,swaying idle on the sweet hills back home.So strange to the odd lands I travel now,a distant thought to each pl..
Sad Cat

Sad Cat

A Poem by Anna


Walking and skipping, playing about,oh so simply, for a little child was I.Humming the tunes, mother taught,when a shadow lingered behind my eye.Turni..
Candles, Clocks, & Latches

Candles, Clocks, & Latches

A Poem by Anna


Candles in all my windows,hiding secrets from the night.Shadows on all my doorsteps,true devils do not fear the light.Clocks by all my fireplaces,tick..
My Gardener: Springtime

My Gardener: Springtime

A Poem by Anna


I was in waiting for the springtime,of the pale yellow mountain flowers.Air scented by the smoking chimney,valleys and hills singing by the hours.But ..