Singers in the Skull

By Albert M. Schlaht

Singers in the Skull is a collection of poetry from all realms of the imagination: Light Fantasy and Dark Fantasy, Romance---not necessarily the walk under the moonlight variety---traditional verse and nature. Enter a realm and behold what you least expect; enter a realm and let your senses be swept to another land and time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 27, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462879700

Albert M. Schlaht

Albert Schlaht, a native of Big Sky country, resides in the Rocky Mountains of western Montana where he enjoys hiking, fishing and the cool mountain breezes that blow down Bitteroot streams, enticing his imagination to flow freely. He received his B.A. in English from the University of Montana in 2000. His poems have appeared in Trellis Magazine, Illumen, Ambrosia Haiku, Shamrock Haiku Journal, Scifaikuest, Copperfield Review, Fear and Trembling, My Light Magazine, Presence, Stylus Poetry Journal and Blood Moon Rising Magazine. He has also published The Schlaht Family History and The Schlaht Family Newsletter.

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Copyright © 2011 by Albert M. Schlaht.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2011908813

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4628-7969-4

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Contents

Where the Flowers Smell Like Wine

Mother Nature Smiles

A Page from a Sage

I haunt these woods alone

Two triolets

To all whom came and gone

Venus stole my Soul

They only met on a full moon

The Vampire’s Mate

His Soul split in twain

He lay dead . . .

Where butterflies sail

She sat by a mountain stream

Monday morning

Julie

When giants again walk the Earth

Desire

The Elfish Light

Those who hold his hand . . .

To my Soul you give life

She waits under a towering oak

Where rests Mother Nature

Behold!

Once there, Always there

Drink the brew, says the witch to the fool

For you my love,

He sees all that is before him . . .

To Your Doom You Go

Where have you all gone . . .

Who We Pretend To Be

She is alone in the starry night,

Dark Elves

Hear the elves

Welcome to Hell

fragrance of a woman

Krios and Celaeno

Black Ink, Dark Thoughts

And I Love Her

Angels of Nowhere

Why am I Here?

All is fair in War

Love Eternal

Out on the Moor

Sailing in a Breeze

Yesterday is No More

My Mate

She awaits me in the field at morn

Share with me your dreams . . .

Across the snow

I See

I Hear

Time is up

The End of It

Where the Flowers

Smell Like Wine

Hiking up the trail

where flowers smell like wine:

take a deep whiff,

man I feel so fine—

Chardonnay,

Riesling—

oh! grape divine.

Pick an aster,

stuff in my shirt,

run faster on hardened dirt,

oh! come with me,

journey up the trail

sniffing the flowers divine:

Chablis,

Pinot Gris

and you—

heavenly wine.

Grab a berry,

put in your mouth,

tastes like sherry—

you’ve any doubt?

Oh! come with me,

we’ll go up the trail

smelling the flowers so fine:

Pinot Noir,

Gewürztraminer

and you—

intoxicatingly divine.

Mother Nature Smiles

An otter plays in autumn’s leaves,

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