rants: wicked poetry
As many who’ve following my blog or any other public accounts used to promote my books as well as my friends, I like writing poetry and prose aside from my long science fiction stories. As of late (past several years), my poetry’s been centered in Pagan or other topics that perhaps a Christian shouldn’t get into much more than usual — craft, magik, angels and demons, life and death, just to name a few.
My latest poem is about a red-haired girl with pale skin running in a meadow vaguely making references to her age (little child or young woman), physique (vaguely referred to as a little devil) and other characteristics (sexuality or innocence). It’s basically about her interaction with nature, how much she resembles nature and how much nature returns the favor of the nameless flaming-haired girl.
I want to be a famous writer, but it’s merely dream. After all, I might be too spooky for mainstream readers.