Prodigal Son

artwork and image by Ginny Benton


Holy temple of my birthing

Nestled stately among diseased elm

Succorer to the flightless crow

Beacon to the road-worn minstrel

Steel quaffed fortress

Lined with yellow parchment

Stretched and fly specked with age

Keeper of the sacred scrolls

Guide my evil pilgrimage

Deliver me softly to kind earth

Safe from the swords of torment

At peace with my restless soul



About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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