A fantasy,
a glimmer of wings and magic.
Did I dream, or was it a fantasy,
looking into the bathroom cupboard?
A fantasy,
a green fairy flutters before me.
Groggy,
waking up in the bathtub naked.
A fantasy:
no, it was absinthe and the cat.
Category: Fantasy
Velvet Shadows
A dark room,
the smell of roses and
breathing from the bed.
Alone and waiting,
wanting to touch;
quickening from the bed.
A touch in the dark,
the room melts away, and
so do the sheets, the clothes.
A play of shadows;
moonlight from the skylight,
ecstasy in the dark.
Alchemy
Walking amongst your favourite trees,
contemplating the ways of the forest and wild roses.
A softness came to your soul recently,
so you take a moment to reflect and scheme a little.
Whispers from your Mother remind you of her,
even though she is not with you physically, not whole.
A series of thoughts move your reflective mind,
so fast; you take a moment to catch up, to process.
With no gesture, you turn a tree into a table,
and then you turn a tree into a dishwasher, a combo.
A wilderness has come to the forest from the
commotion you created as you began experimenting and changing.
You won’t receive those wild consequences,
for you gave like for like to change the trees, a plant or two.
Another reflection leaves you startled as a
Cockatoo makes a racket, a Koala turns from you, and it’s quiet.
The Raven
No one visits;
no visitors visit
her home.
More a witch than a woman,
or they say something
like that in hushed tones.
Living alone stirs rumours,
tales become more and
soon blood may flow.
A beauty despite the time.
She refuses to brush her hair,
many curls, a bird appears.
Black eyes know the
way to and from this
world to the next.
The chimney sends smoke
puffing thick into the
atmosphere.
Careful, she leaves
no trace of who
she once was.
Only what is needed,
she takes from her home,
the place loved so well.
Moving on, she sets her
home alight, so no one
will find what she felt.
Hearing her home burning;
the moor hides and
not a living soul is around.
Gone before the judgement
police come knocking,
and kill her with stones.
Dragon Scales
Wise wings against the moonlight.
Movement over the land,
starlight illuminates hidden places,
and her dragon scales do bend,
as she moves within forest shadows.
2 am
Awake again at 2 am,
creating worlds and having visions.
I tell myself I should be myself,
yet there are so many
words in my mixed-up heart.
I’d rather wait for another hour
for the visions of Vikings;
then sleep and dream of terror.
Unspoken Words
Breathe moving in front of you as you listen to 3 am darkness.
Fingers move the holy places only two people know well.
Bodies touch throughout a thousand fever nights.
Feet and hands become alive as they curl, twirl, and shudder.
Beating hearts tell all of those secrets hidden from plain sight.
Feeling conflicting emotions as we lay unspoken words to rest.
Light and Shadow
sounds from far away,
yet nearer than first thought
come to you in shoal dreams.
swimming with sharks,
yet feeling no fear for they are not
interested in your ethereal shadows.
sirens singing from far away,
yet their befallen sorrow songs do
not sway your mind for you
are
light
and
shadow.
From Dragons
The burning embers of our love blow along the wind to run up and down our skin. We came from a place only the Dragons knew, yet it was a place of passionate fire.
We had it all until you tore a hole through my heart, and I smashed our love into shards of crystal.
We stand in the silent darkness waiting for the earthquake to crush what is left of our love and return it all to the dirt ash.
My chest aches and yours broke;
still, I wish we hadn’t fucked it all into pieces.
Woodland Call
Crown of Rose and Thorns adorn
her head for royalty is in her blood
She prepares for her wedding day
to the king of the woodland realms
Weaving a mysterious magic
within her cloth and bosom
waiting for the woodland call
to take her from this place
C & K 