Purple mountains, yellow seas of grass stretch out below. Twin balloons lift off, seeking, searching, stretching the limits of flight. Two aeronauts launch into blue skies. With each pull of the burner, the balloon ascends higher. Air thins, breaths come more quickly, temperatures plummet. Where…

Five years as the reigning queen. Made her feel weak and old. And the captain of her royal guard More reticent than bold.   For now they stood beside the hive That once had been their home. Where they had spent long evening hours Telling…

For Hour 8, I went with the text prompt. Our Hero sets out on a quest and has a series of wacky adventures until we get to the end of the book But I’ve forgotten how it ends Usually, I forget bits that happen in…

The breeze hits my hair as if it were calling my name worried by my most recent choices I embrace the chaos, confusion and sadness that overwhelm me trusting in my intuitive nature, my ancestral calling to be by the sea. Losing everyone in my…

Undercover (Inspired by my painting UNDERCOVER)   Psst, Mr Field Mouse, what’s your story why are you there undercover? Do you have plans for a quick grab and run of seed from a storehouse, to feed your young?   Are you fearful of predators lying…

Balloons-Love is in the air -Poem Eight   Struck love for each other Besotted to be together   A woman struck by the love of another A woman who took her life for her lover   A man from Verona in love with a woman…

Romantic Comedies mid-summer, mid-afternoon, mid-life, mildly middling a pause, a breath, a realization turns in the road bring the unexpected frothy foam to the latte of life. Belly-laughing happy endings before we turn off the telly and head for our solo bed.

Real They all said they were real. I had – and have – no idea what that means. Is it hunger? Thirst? Feeling the wind catching in your throat? How do you know real when (if?) you find it? What do you do to attain…

It’s wasted energy to define Oneself or one’s world When we can create and shine On own own terms It starts with what is taught By the time we hit grade school Do this; don’t do that; don’t get caught Being yourself — whatever that…

Identity   Can’t stay a caterpillar and become a butterfly. Growing, hermit crab must leave his shell to find another. A tadpole, I need to give up my old self to become something fully new.   Still hard to shed an unneeded identity. Take it…