Monthly Archives: May 2019
Together we watch
sunrise over the mountain,
our world is brightened
A silly young girl from Lynton
took a stroll across the meadow for fun
but her shorts were miniscule,
she took off her blouse to keep cool
now she has bites where she’d rather have none
Clad in matching tones
lovers fixed in cold embrace
their limbs entwined.
Shy beneath their parasol
whispering with the wind.
I saw the pail tip
yet still it caused me to slip,
pride before a fall
Sandra felt detached, as if standing looking at herself from a few feet away. Somehow surprised at her imagined facial expression, it was certainly not how she felt. Inside she was smiling. The casket stood dark and aloof, the lid balanced on end. The face inside was ashen, smooth, parchment dry. Her mother, released from life, freeing Sandra from her years of denial. She had expected more emotion, probably not sadness, a feeling more akin to relief.
(Image: Jose Guadalupe Posada.)
Would you like to accompany us to Lucifer station madam.
O’er hill and dale, from forests green
came fairies , elves, denizens of dreams
for as was the custom in this land
a choice was made to claim the hand
in marriage, of the beautiful Trixie,
daughter of the King of the pixies
From northern lands came Knghts and Lords,
prepared to tourney with lance and sword
against magicians, heroes, clerics,
from foreign realms both Sheikhs and mystics
with gilded swords, scimitars, gifts of gold
eager to claim a prize foretold
in legends and old long-told fables
or just to dine at the sumptuous tables.
When the explorers finally broke through the dense, green, forest covering there was a collective sigh of relief. At last we’ve found it they exclaimed. No more digging a trench by torchlight away from the safety of the camp and squatting over it, vulnerable to any creature of the night.