Maiden in Waiting/An Ode to Magnolia

Maiden in Waiting by  Cheryl KP Maiden in Waiting How you blush before the kiss of faint light that promises to burn brightly soon and give you reason to hide. Your face upturned to drink in the new light of burgeoning season’s first glimmer of urging. Soon you will tire of dancing in the light; and, shedding your petticoats will shiver, naked on the wood. Summer’s heat doth make an exhibitionist where once stood a bashful bloom; but do not hide from view. For we all shall shed our garments in delight when finally that golden orb awakes to melt … Continue reading Maiden in Waiting/An Ode to Magnolia

I Wait/Poetry

  Another from the archives of a younger, lonelier, me…..     I Wait   by Cheryl Pennington   My heart, like an empty goblet, longs to be filled again. Your touch, intoxicating as any heady liquor, could fill me so.   My hands, like the wind in the trees, long to caress your body, to feel the quiver beneath my fingers, as the leaves quiver beneath the touch of the breeze.   My body, like a song with no music, longs for the rhythm of yours- movement for movement, changing the notes at will.   My life, like an … Continue reading I Wait/Poetry

Passion/Poetry

Photo courtesy of the marvelous land of Costa Rica-a place time seems to have nearly forgotten Going back through some previous years of writing poetry and journals, I ran across this piece which I wanted to share with you. It is from what I refer to the as the “passion years”.  Now do not mistake that passion no longer exists for me. It is simply no longer the ruler of my steps or decisions as it once was.  There are many passions we can know in this illusion of living; and all will provide some form of satisfaction to the … Continue reading Passion/Poetry

The Fall/A Poem of Love

Daniel’s Redemption art by Cheryl KP The Fall So far down, the fall from Grace- Father, So long now, since I’ve seen your face- Mother. A jagged line brought me to this place, my footprints too scattered now to retrace. The stars beyond Eternity’s door glowed brightly, more brilliant than ever before… I leapt! Soaring, grasping, my soul did yearn to own them all before they could burn themselves out. My folly to think I could capture such light. How they singed my soul and blinded my sight. I plummeted! Wings broken, I fell to the Earth, such wonder and … Continue reading The Fall/A Poem of Love

King of Wishes

I did this piece of art for a relative some time ago… The King of Wishes The light dances across my head, warming my fluid world- so quiet. Soon will come the shadow hands that throw the miracle gray specks. Through the thrashing color and light I fight for my portion of life. The shadows recede all too quickly with no pennies left to spend or throw. Copper disks are scattered below, remnants of the wishful who believe. Perhaps I will collect them all and pierce the crystal surface, rising, For I am the King of Wishes drifting along teal waters in secret. Sshhhhh……. Cheryl KP Continue reading King of Wishes

Cloak of Invisibility

Invisible Watching the parade and longing to ride, but stand in the shadows,  needing to hide. Wings are not clipped, so why not soar? Afraid to enter an opening door. Visibility to some the ultimate goal, to another the threat of losing their soul. Why seems it a sin to want only to live, to answer when called and with everything give? No production! No success! No fame! No coin! Just… quiet happiness. Making beautiful things for their own sake, not to barter or sell but any may take. Invisible I am in a crowded place, for they look right … Continue reading Cloak of Invisibility

Eye of the Watcher/Window to Dohman/my Art

Copyright Cheryl Pennington February 2014 Okay, so it is 99.99999% complete.  Meaning every time I pass by the picture I will see some way to “tweak” or enhance it.  Otherwise it is done.  This was done with a combination of graphite pencil, colored pencil, pen and ink and a bit of watercolor here and there.  I hope those of you who take a peek will leave me a comment to let me know what you think.  Flash Forward:  I have been posting chapters in order for you here; but I wanted to give a bit of sneak preview for things … Continue reading Eye of the Watcher/Window to Dohman/my Art

Heron Blues

When my husband sent me a text saying a couple of my favorite birds were visiting the lake this morning, of course I grabbed the camera… I was very close, maybe 12-15 feet trying to be as stealthy as possible with my camera and ginormous zoom lens. It was okay for the first couple of shots; but soon enough it grew impatient with the camera lady and took off to the other side of the lake. It The shot above is my favorite, like a crop duster dipping its wing in greeting as it makes its way toward the day’s … Continue reading Heron Blues

Eye of Illusion/Of Mists and Magicians/my Art

This is a new piece-in progress-that I am producing for my book project.  I’m having so much fun with the different mediums. I missed my pens and pencils; however, I often utilize several or many different mediums in my art. Whatever I feel will give me the result I want. I started this over two years ago, about the same time I was jotting down notes for my novel.  I had completely forgotten it as it was put into storage when we made the move to Costa Rica. I was pleasantly surprised to see it looking up at me when … Continue reading Eye of Illusion/Of Mists and Magicians/my Art

Broken

Broken He cared not that she cried for leaving, for loss of kinship she was grieving. Too cold to see she needed saving, he turned away, her soul enslaving. She didn’t know the pain would grow, engulf her heart- the killing slow. She, returning, hoped to mend the broken bridge that led to him. She found that time had not erased the cold indifference from his face. Her words fell lifeless-silent still, soon swallowed like a bitter pill. She-broken, weary, giving in; He-caring not it was the end. Cheryl KP Continue reading Broken