Toney Brooks Poems

When Étaín was a little girl,
she read her faerie tales aloud
To flowers, frogs, and butterflies,
And to a chipmunk named MacLeod.
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When Marvell's gardens won't suffice
We row our minds to paradise,
And find ourselves on distant shores
At home by hearth in marshy moors,
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'O troubled morns set sail this ship, search out hidden coves;
Down wrinkled cheeks roar tears to singe my heart,
Shall ne're we find eternity's treasure trove?
Life presses flesh: What's the play? Where's my part? '
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Fireflies dress dark naked night
With sparks hewn from bluest light;
Owl hoots loud in tall oak tree,
Star shoots there – O, didst thou see?
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'My master said for me to come, and find this room, and find the one
Who suffers words made from spite, heartless words feigned contrite.
Now this room doth succor sweet, she thrills to life of tiny feet,
So, to this stage this Raven flies to quiz the one who loves such lies.
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Narcissus embraces paper white;
Reclaiming memories, holding tight
To father's love; her life's delight.
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'Speak to me, Herne, ' demanded Bellamy.

'Bellamy of Plantegenet, hail!
Seshat lives beyond the pale,
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Would that Morisot and Manet
Themselves had lived to see the day
The thirteenth hour again came 'round
And babes were birthed without a sound.
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From deep ancestral roots
In the Scottish Highlands
And cold Caledonian caves
Caressed by evening starlight
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BOUDICA streaks through Ermine Dawn
When ravens caw the witch’s plea;
’On chariot by black steeds drawn,
Hail! Queen of Righteous Iceni.’
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