The Devil's Quill

Savannah

Lael keller

December 14, 2018

Filed under Lael Keller's Poetry (Poetry Editor)

The lion lies In hopes someday It will grow wise The lion dies But the lion will again Rise Sunset dreams Prior to Midnight screams Anger gleams Through mellow River streams Here comes The tidal wave From the...

August Breeze

Lael Keller

December 14, 2018

Filed under Lael Keller's Poetry (Poetry Editor), Poetry

His mane blows in the August breeze lurking for prey he’ll never seize he won’t stop once to take a breath let his breath be the cause of his untimely death the sun glows dimmer, deep in the sky It's almost time for...

Hello, Night

Lael Keller

December 14, 2018

Filed under Lael Keller's Poetry (Poetry Editor), Poetry

Deep in the desert on a desert dune Under the setting sun and a rising moon a snake slithers slyly And ever so quiet on a mid-summer’s day far from a riot It’s eyes glow green and a hiss fills the air in a place...

What Happens in the Woods

Lael Keller

December 14, 2018

Filed under Lael Keller's Poetry (Poetry Editor), Lit Mag

Beneath the walls of seldom somber And rows of thickly knitted woods Through the clearing so very narrow One will lie asleep if ever one could The depths of darkness and seamless shadows Where God knows the world won’t...

The Bird and The Child

Lael Keller

December 14, 2018

Filed under Lael Keller's Poetry (Poetry Editor)

Once a bird was soaring high In the brilliant blue sky Spotting love with it’s gleaming eye The bird turned left one sunny day And soared for long, up, up and away And never once did it sway Until the sky turned slight...

Snowy Night

Lael Keller

December 14, 2018

Filed under Lael Keller's Poetry (Poetry Editor)

The snow started softly but swiftly it quickened a tip-toe to a sprint light soon to be thickened A magical air a moonlight breeze a whistle so fair From the evergreen trees the snowflakes fall More rapidly so Knowing...

Water’s Glow

Lael Keller

December 14, 2018

Filed under Lael Keller's Poetry (Poetry Editor)

A faint song sounds a little away a man walks by and starts to say, “what a beautiful voice, what a wonderful sound—“ but he never did finish for he dropped to the ground in a fight to resist the urge of the voice calling...

Ridge's Lit and Art Zine
Lael Keller’s Poetry (Poetry Editor)