Biography of Jon McIntosh
A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.
Jon McIntosh Poems
The Road To Always
It began as a narrow path, some miles back, where I got on. Dirt was all it was, this road.
The Fire That Burns
A surge is welling up inside me, I feel a fire, and it burns.
The Holy Mountain And The Icy Lake
At last we see the mountain, we have been wandering here for days. The woods are an unforgiving place, when darkness begins to fall.
The Artist Is Inspired
There He sits on his stool, easel and canvas sit in front of Him, what will He paint?
The King Star
The King Star sits, there above all. In the center of everything, he gives light to darkness. Upon His touch, shadows are stalled. Even the great Lochness
The Mighty Lion
A rock rises in the grasslands, a beast stands upon it. A grumble rises from his belly, a roar escapes his throat.
The water roars downstream, a warning, of sorts, of things to come. A vessel rounds a rock,
The Hero Entering The Beast's Lair
Standing outside the door, the hero hears the sound of a monstrous creature taking massive breaths. But he, in white robes,
The King Star
The King Star sits, there above all.
In the center of everything, he gives light to darkness.
Upon His touch, shadows are stalled.
Even the great Lochness
Stands in awe.
The spherical orb of a citizen rises.
“O, King! ” he pleads, “shower me in light! ”
The King, not surprised