By the moonlit river,
sorrow found another heart
destined to be lonely.
The pulling of a few hairs
on the bowed head of a
kind, soft-hearted light woman.
Her glittering eyes arrive
to the playful smile of a Sprite.
Weaving magic and mayhem.
Category: Fantasy
Magical Book Nook
Fairies and a forest live on the
walls of the reading book nook,
where imagination takes over.
She sits unencumbered by the
constraints of religion and ideas,
for the ancient ones know her.
Sitting surrounded by stories,
the nook comes alive in the rain,
and the painted forest is alive.
Forest Queen
The forest listens for the vibrations of music;
soon, the time will pass, and she will come.
The music of her love for them starts to play;
sad faces brighten as feet touch the soil.
The dancing to honour the forest and her loves;
she spins and twirls with the Fireflies tonight.
The trees never stir as the fire burns along;
they stand tall, watching and listening.
The Nymph
A Nymph on the shore; the waves move in, calling to you softly.
The words are odd, and the expression is plain.
Something from beyond whispers, please listen to the sea, so you listen to the sea for a time.
You hear sounds under the waves.
With the Nymph’s heart so close to the palace of shells, you realise this is your watery home.
A Swiss Dream
A journey filled with wonder and woe,
a dragon in a tower filled with gems and gold,
A reward for the ones who live to tell.
Alpine hills and glacial flowing rivers of blue,
cowbell cows and the odd grumpy Elf,
Someone baking bread and churning butter.
A journey to find the lock without an answer,
moving on through living romanticism,
Too much cheese and apple juice as we roll.
Banana Chair
Cobalt blue to the horizon
the warmth renews
Baking on the banana chair
pale skin turns pink
Adorned in blue and gold
skin sparkles gems
A Bold Queen on the Nile
worshipping Horus
The water cools warm skin
feeling oddly wet
Reality seems too close now
neighbours’ hose
Misty Mornings
A purring cat
Misty mornings with a chance of sun
Walking in nature
Writing, dreaming, and imagining worlds
Drinking tea
Listening to music
Watching the Winter moon after midnight
Talking to friends
Huggy Hugs
Some cooking
Staying at home with a book and a blanket
Tanka: CC Heaven
excessive living
a candy-coated heaven
dreaming about us
solid gold shoes and silk socks
carried around by robots
Belly of the Beast
A misunderstood person.
A bitch to some, yet a lover and a fighter to a few.
When the time came,
there were no lights in the sky, nor any miracles.
From the belly of the beast
came forth a gift like no other;
a bundle of innocent magic, a gift of a dream.
Haiku: Samurai
Contorting herself
A blithe disregard for trees
Samurai movements
C & K 