Mirror Dance

The Throne, Restored A response to Juel’s oil on canvas , Pharao of the Mountains by Shelly Bryant from Himalayan peaks a desert watche...

Irruption by Shelly Bryant These are not peregrine birds. Why then have they arrived, so suddenly and in such large numbers? From wh...

Master Craftsman by Shelly Braynt Nobody has blinded me. Wide-eyed and eager, I take my tools in hand and turn to face the flames. ...

Peace Offering by Shelly Bryant a gift fit for the royal line sent from his lair to her home that seething tempers may be quelled ...

Storm at Sea by Shelly Bryant the path up and down is one and the same thing - Heraclitus from the beach watching an electric storm far out...

Entrance Exam after The Book of the Dead by Shelly Bryant Who is he whose roof is of fire? Who is he whose walls with serpe...

Her Light Extinguished by Shelly Bryant Parading beasts audition, each seeking to serve as companion to man. One by one passing before hi...

Byblos by Shelly Bryant the whole earth wandered in search of her lost love only to find him in Byblos at rest beneath palm fronds not a s...

To Memory You Are Called by Shelly Bryant tell me, Horatio    the tale of this prince        who killed his uncle        who killed his fat...

The Day’s Work by Shelly Bryant bare feet pad forward stopping before the shrub       in gentle mist covered she breathes the fragrant air ...

Long Compton by Shelly Bryant Danish troops on the hillside stopped dead in their tracks silently they keep watch over the northern gate nev...

Cave Drawings by Shelly Bryant simple lines and dots washed out ancient colours coded images secret knowledge openly concealed * * * Shell...