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Six Word Story (Lust)
Gone With Fairies
There is an incline in the forest where bluebells blossom, dense as grapes, heady as lilac. I stretch out on my back. Green stems, like octopus tendrils, tangle my hair. The land shifts perpendicular. Down, down I slide, damp earth brushing my elbows. I land with a soft jolt onto ripe grass. The smell is beetroot, radish and earthworm.
Consider magic.
Underground rogues, fey and trolls
guard hidden treasure
beneath marbled walls. They keep
secrets, bargain dark wishes.
From a fog, metallic as pyrite, they emerge. Blue skin, sapphire eyes that stare still as stone. One of them hands me a violin. Aged from wear and tear, its wood is warped, strings stretched. With a rickety bow, I play. Joyful noise spills from my fingers.
And yet. I do not know a single note.
**NOTE: This poem is in response to Colleen’s Poetry Challenge/ Fairy Magic. It is my first attempt at Haibun. (Not sure I did it right, but hope you like 🙂 )
Happy Summer Solstice! “Always go with fairies.”
Six Word Story (candles)
Mother
She is the first
pink smile, bright force, propagator of all
Humanity. She
has but one egg, he a thousand sperm
and for that they place her
on a pedestal
of impossibility
only
to knock her down again and again.
She weeps. She bleeds. Endures
a maze of obligations in simple
Obscurity. Her work is the hardest, her task Divine
sandwiched between the pure Maiden
and waning Crone.
Not all are mothers, but all have a mother.
On this day, honor yours.
Magnolias (a haiku)
To Criticize
We can’t blame them. After all, we pay them to criticize.
Art critics, film critics, literary critics, television critics, political critics, critical analysts
Anyone
will criticize anything even things they know
nothing
about. Confuse with configuration baffle with banter solidify with soliloquy debase with damnation
And so in the end
no one knows how t0 feel about anything. That is Precisely
the point
