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
Category: Fantasy
The Nymph
a nymph on the shore,
as the waves move in
she calls to you softly,
yet the words are odd
her expression is plain,
please listen to the sea
you listen for a time,
as you hear sounds
under the waves now,
with her heart so close
her palace of shells,
your watery home
The Skald
She walks through the forest with purpose, for today she must compose a poem for a king.
She stands in the forest listening and observing, so creativity flows through her.
As a Skald, she must practice her craft well; Thor and Odin will be displeased if she does not.
Drift Words
From pink lips drift words, move along the wind, through the rivers, down into the valleys and the dark hidden places.
Creatures once asleep awaken to hear those words and feel the call to her again.
Red Moon
Running to nowhere or
somewhere, she feels alone.
The moon is full tonight,
yet it shines strangely upon her sorrow.
Misunderstood nymph,
the woods give you so much love.
Once trees provide a seat,
she looks to the blood-red moon.
She is sadly no more.
Kettle Calling
From the day you were born, that kettle boiled water. The kettle boiled water for tea leaves, tea bags, herbal infusions, night toddies, water for cooking, and water for baking.
That kettle with the white handle and the sky blue frame was always on the bench in the kitchen. The kettle was used by Mum, and Dad would use the kettle when he was desperate.
Then, one day as you sat alone in the kitchen, the kettle started to move. Unable to establish if you are dreaming, you sit up straight, wondering if gumption is the key here?
Instead of silence, the kettle starts to rattle ever so softly. “Can Mum hear this?” you wonder, “Perhaps not, considering I’m all alone and everyone else seems to have vanished for a moment“.
Not sure if you should caress the kettle lovingly or throw it out the window, you move towards the kettle. Suddenly, the bloody thing stops and out pops a teabag. Not the usual brew, you are sure, but perhaps something more exotic.
The kettle moves, then the teabag ends up in your left hand. “What the actual…“
Then the kettle starts to boil, and you get the impression that the kettle wants you to steep this teabag of magic into a brew. What can you do? Mum loves tea, and who would care if you drank a magical tea brew?
You place your favourite cup onto the bench and proceed with the tea making process. Once strong and to your liking, you sit with the cup in front of you. Hesitation grips you. “What if I turn into a dolphin? How will I swim? There is no water? What if… fuck it!“
Sipping on the magic tea, you start to space out for a moment. There is a bit of disorientation in your mind; then you see other lands. There is another world inside your cup; there is a world quite different from our world. One where trees grow black and green, technology is far more advanced, and there is a clean order to things. “Well, I must be dreaming because this shit cannot be real…” Yet, you cannot shake the images produced from your magical teabag.
After finishing the brew, you take the teabag to your room and sit thinking about what you just saw within your mind. You feel your mind expanding at the thoughts, sounds, and world of magic.
No wonder Mum loves the kettle so much.
C & K 