C.L.LLOYD

the poetry.

witch poet

  • LORDS OF THE LIGHT

    Awaken Fool from the fallen cliff, From the curse of life and death, For there is something deep within, That catches your mighty breath. Go forward as the Hermit does, Not fearing the shadow realm, Sneering at all there is and was, Growing strong with Light at the helm!  The body is but your secret house,The mind, a web of netted Read more

  • Fashion and furniture.

    I decorate my apartment with words Fashioned like antique furniture. Hanging verbs in frames, catching Light on golden chandeliers. I wear language like a tulle skirt, Twirling tussled words into fabric, Weaving colorful realities round My fingers like jeweled rings. I am a walking poem, A raving manifesto, A kaleidoscope scribe, Spinning words into the Read more