2014 NaPoWriMo Day 3

Haunted Lullabies


The crow and the butterfly,
you summer day, me winter dark,
chasing in the colourless sky.
The crow and the butterfly.
Your haunting lullabies - I die -
pierce my heart through my tattooed mark.
The crow and the butterfly
you summer day - me winter dark.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 24

Books Are Real

“If you will practice being fictional for a while you will
understand that fictional characters are sometimes more
real than people with bodies and heartbeats.”
- Richard Bach, “The Messiah Handbook”

Please leave me be, please get out now.
I wish to be left with my books -
in my head the characters bow.
Please leave me be! Please get out now!
They are great back-up in a row
when fighting illiterate crooks.
Please leave me be, please get out now.
I wish to be left with my books.

I wish to be left with my books.
By staggering piles surrounded,
all stuffed in the crannies and nooks -
I wish to be left with my books.
Characters circling above – hooks
on their backs – I’m astounded.
I wish to be left with my books,
by staggering piles surrounded.

By staggering piles surrounded
at peace with the world I will feel.
My love for books is unbounded
by staggering piles surrounded
and all I meet are confounded
when I choose fiction over real.
By staggering piles surrounded
at peace with the world I will feel.

2013 NaPoWriMO Day 23

Feast

Little crowlings on their first hunt -
fast they must be to find their feast.
Flying after the sheep flock’s runt,
little crowlings on their first hunt.
Without fear the lamb they confront...
Gloating they feed – dead is the beast.
Little crowlings on their first hunt,
fast they must be to find their feast.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 8

Moonlight Dance

The moonlight shines upon the pond –
ice aglow as the fairies dance,
joined by the spirits from beyond.
The moonlight shines upon the pond
as wood nymphs skate around the bend,
everyone laughing as they prance.
The moonlight shines upon the pond –
ice aglow as the fairies dance.

NaPoWriMo Day 24

Shooting Stars and Wishes

No answers come when I reflect
on shooting stars and fairy tales -
and my wishes the stars will reject.
No answers come when I reflect
on my sad dreams – I recollect
the uselessness of wishing whales.
No answers come when I reflect
on shooting stars and fairy tales.