Dark Circus

     Image from Yagurete System

In my dreams

you wait for me

in dark, secret places,

welcoming me

to the midnight circus.

The Ring Master bows;

the show begins.

“In the center ring we have…”

I smell

sawdust and dung and cotton candy.

Then the Ring Master asks

for a volunteer,

and I realize

I’m being shot from the cannon.

This is for G-man's FF55.  Click on the link and check it out.

Treasure

Fingers reach

to collect

coral, shells,

stones and bones

littered across

memory’s beach.

Sands collect,

water disburses,

air feeds fire.

We stir the cauldron,

and reflect.

Bury your treasure deep -

golden moments,

silvery seconds -

no matter the lock,

they will not keep.

This is for both IGRT and The Mag.  The first image, via Grace, is by the very talented artist Kathryn Dyche Dechairo and the map is provided by the also very talented Tess Kincaid.  Clink on the links and check out both of these writing sites. 

Sky Flowers

Sky flower melody

sings me back home.

I breathe deep the sweet perfume

of hope.

Written for IGRT where Hannah has provided some gorgeous inspiration and asked us to write that is somehow haunted and/or hungry.  Click on the link and check it out!

Wishing Well

I carry secrets

like stones in my pockets

They click together, heavy,

as I move forward.

One day

I will take my

secret stones,

smooth and worn,

and throw them

in a deep well,

never to be

found.

And when I look down

I will see one sparkling,

gem among the stones.

This is for G-man's FF55.  Click on the link and check it out.

Eventide

Sun bids a lavish good bye, and

l-i-n-g-e-r-i-n-g

paints the entire sky.

In her wake, trailing dusk,

I scatter dreamseeds,

germ and husk,

that bloom into stars over your head.

Now close your eyes,

go to bed.

I’ll wait for you in the curve of the moon,

so let sleep carry you

back to me soon.

    by Sir Edward Poynter


This si for G-man's FF55.  Click on the link and check it out!

Fishin'

I carry a sackful of words

down to the river,

then string each one

on a line

and cast them in.

They flash and bob,

such jaunty bait;

I wonder what

I will catch.


This is for IGRT where Peggy asked us to write about the things we carry.  Click on the link and check it out. 

Night Vision

Do you remember

the secret language 

of trees?

They sing to me

as I gather stars

high above the moon.

So send me your kisses

by carrier pigeon,

then step away from the window;

for I can only fly

when no one is looking. 

Image by Jeanie Tomanek via Tess Kinkaid's The Mag.  Click on the link and check it out.