Unintended

Those strange wonderful nights they shared Capturing a firefly behind their darkened home In a little bottle they decorated in the faded gloam In a  little bottle they held, they compared The tiny heat from the glowing Bonking against the glass Without ever really knowing…

Imagine Nation (hour 9, prompt 9)

Skies of glitter majesty Lakes of crystal light The wind is music on my skin And everywhere’s a sight There’s magick in the very air A world lit up in rainbow hues And in a field of fairy dust The unicorns are dancing, too It’s…

Light up the dark

We built the treehouse up in the old hickory tree we would sleep up there to escape the heat from the little cottage  our grandfather built back when he was young and strong and not hunched over with age. At night, we would watch the…

Strange Summer

Strange heat. Firefly light. I forego my mask and head into the night I’m fighting a lethargy like none I have known. I walk out past the treeline to stargaze alone. Will celestial wonders bring me back from the brink. I sip from my bottle…

In a dreamy land Deep in the woods Small, Dark cottage Strange and funky Was the abode of a spirited, crazy old dame As weird as she was, Gobbled up crispy hot porridge, Each day dressed up like no other And Danced her way to…

Skay Hour 9

An exhausted afternoon sun strikes lethargy In a stifling thick air of the summer cottage A tired fan groans as it makes yet another Circle midair in the dense heat. Fumes rise from the bottle of need Putrid, rancid, and plain old strange My head…

Almost Normal

References to Portal 2 and Half-Life Wheatley is once more alone, or as good as, His companion mindless, and deaf To his monologue GLaDOS is once more in charge, or as good as, Her memories back in their box, her Control, absolute Chell is once…

Summer Weekend

Heat radiates above the tree line As the coolness seeps in from the woods to stir our lethargy to revive us so that we may sit in the twilight, outside the cottage as the firefly leads the way.

The Secret Garden

Long forgotten neglected beautiful in its chaos she turned the key and pushed gasping, she sensed a kindred spirit something tangible that was as wild as she felt inside as she brought it back to life the garden returned the favor

The Goldfinch*

In the death of winter, The goldfinches fly To the little feeder in the big pine. Some might say, Most likely to eat. Others may say, to socialize and mate. I listen respectively. Smiling in secret. For I know in my heart, The goldfinch is…