New Longing/Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion Excerpt

Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion By Cheryl Pennington copyright 2014 When we left the inhabitants of Domhan, its first Mother was feeling the pangs of loneliness now that her son was growing taller and moving from within the shadow of her care and constant attention.  Longing to feel the warmth of new life again, she struggles with her place in Amhain’s life now that his Father has moved to the forefront of his attentions.  In the land of Eolas, his companion Eagna questions whether they will ever know the joy of creating together and longs for her own infant to … Continue reading New Longing/Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion Excerpt

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

Waiting…

Thumbing through some art and journal pages, I found a few poems I had forgotten.  I would like to share them here.  This is the first. Waiting by Cheryl P. My heart, like an empty goblet, longs to be filled to the brim again. Your touch, as intoxicating as any liquor man might create could fill me so. My hands, like the wind through the trees, long to caress your body, and feel it quiver 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 … Continue reading Waiting…