RH Poetry

Stingy Jack

“Stingy Jack” When winds blow cold and the hour is lateStingy Jack comes through the gateHis eyes aglow, their fire brightas goblins dance in sheer delight. Upon your step he’ll...

The Dream

“The Dream” In thickest wood at darkest hourancient starlight does empowerMagic’s children to appearas summer’s solstice draws them near. In this garden of the moonwhere sacred lotus flowers bloomthe well...