Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Now Playing


         Where will it take you?

That is my first response to the wonderful picture with the movie prompt at the IGRT posted by Ella.  Just imagine - a ticket to admit one.  If you could use it to go anywhere...anywhen...where, when and to what will you choose to go?  
Then, after thinking about it, I came up with a much more depressing response:

I only
go to tear-jerkers
so after
credits roll
and house lights come on
my obvious weeping is
unremarkable

This is a Shadorma + a poetry form which contains the following number of syllable per line: 3/5/3/3/7/5 (standard) + and extra 3 syllable line, just ...because :o)

Image by Nelson Marques

Monday, December 6, 2010

Bedtime Stories - Jingle Poetry Potluck


Somewhere out in Nowhere Land a songbird waits for me,
And sings of things that never were, and that will never be.
I’m smitten with the music that he warbles sweet and clear.
He’s in the treetops high above, and yet he sounds so near;
And if I close my eyes and rest
I feel wings flutter in my chest
And magic places far away in space and time seem near,
Like they’re more real than my home, and what’s around me here.

Princes bright and dragons bold fight battles round my bed,
And giant ogres want to grind my bones to make their bread.
Witches cackle, donkeys bray and cats wear leather boots,
Children run through forests, and play tunes on magic flutes.
Then knights and trolls and goats come out to skip across the floor,
And Irish women selling clams clap hands and call for more.
So bears and pigs and wolves join paws and dance ‘round in a ring,
And mermaids swim up to the shore to hear the sirens sing.
Old men grow young, and strong and straight,
Whilst black birds argue and debate.

And it does not seem strange to me; I do not feel perplexed.
I shake my head and laugh and wait, to see what happens next.
Then the moon smiles down at me and asks me to come swim.
The stars agree. ”The air is fine,” they say, ”so come on in.”
I dip my toe into the sky, and it does feel just right
And so I close my eyes and dive head-long in to the night.