Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Picture This

for The Honeybee and Magpie 234


Picture this: who would not resist?
Two rainbows arise in the mist
Dancing in water sparkling bright
Above the sunshine scatters light

Fragile arcs caught by gleaming falls
Here fairies dance in nature’s halls
Unicorns gallop with their might
Above the sunshine scatters light

Fairies splash through delicate hues
Weaving magic around clear dew
Rainbows waver; elusive sight
Above the sunshine scatters light

The day ends. Moonlight falls down
Painting waves in a silver crown
Unicorns curl close for the night
Above the starshine scatters light

The sky looks down through starry gaze
The rainbows sleep with weary fays
Waterfalls flow by foamy white
Above the starshine scatters light

While the world rests and waits for day
Owls and dreams make their foray
Watching to see that all is right
Above the starshine scatters light

Pictures this: who would not resist?
Above the starshine scatters light



Friday, August 22, 2014

Rina vs. The Band



It had been a long time since Rina had attended a ball. She had almost forgotten why she hated fancy dress balls. The restricting ball gown quickly reminded her. Balls had been one of the few lady like things her stepmother had not allowed her to participate in. She knew Rina would ruin them. The annual Goldgate Fall Festival, in Rina’s hometown, was coming up and the band had a quest to escort a young girl there.
“Why do I have to do this?” Rina complained while tugging at the green dress.
            Gold smiled apologetically. “Sorry Rina, the fairy godmother hired us to help her godchild out, since she has to attend the Godparent Continuing Education Seminar this week. We’re getting paid well too, so grin and bear it.”
            Rina sighed resignedly. “I know. Okay, so the godchild’s name is Ellen, and she wants to dance with her true love. Who is he anyways?”
Gold checked the notes. “Actually, the fairy godmother didn’t fill that part out. Weird. Just ask Ellen. Once you figure it out, push the guy into dancing with Ellen. True love should take care of the rest. And try not to look uncomfortable in the dress.”
            Rina made a face but she knew he was right. The band’s sorcerer had made a decent looking carriage out of an old pot and the band’s horses were hitched to it. Rina envied Thomas, he got to do the driving, which she was sure was much more interesting than sitting inside with Ellen. Ellen was pretty enough, but seemed incapable of giving an accurate description, much less name, for her true love. Rina eventually just looked out the window.
She had been surprised to get a quest in her hometown. As they pulled up to Goldgate Manor, she sighed. Actually, the pervious baron had been her father. But she had given up the barony to go adventuring. Her cousin Cedrick was the baron now. For her, the worst part about this quest wasn’t the gown. It was going inside Goldgate. To her heart it was still home, even though she had willingly left it.
            “Alright,” Rina whispered as they entered the dazzlingly ballroom. “Who is your true love?”
            But Ellen appeared to be rendered senseless by all the wealth and lights in the hall. The ballroom was very large with an exquisite mosaic of dancers on the floor. Having grown up running around Goldgate Manor and sliding all over the ballroom in her socks, Rina wasn’t quite as impressed. Suppressing another sigh, Rina diligently tried to get Ellen to be able to communicate, until the baron approached them. All ability to speak promptly left Ellen.
Baron Cedrick had recognized Rina. “May I have this dance?” he grinned at her.
            Rina smiled back. Cedrick had been one of her favorite cousins. Figuring that the best way to get Ellen to talk was to get the Baron away from her, Rina accepted. And maybe Ellen needed some time to settle in first.
            “What are you doing here?” Cedrick asked as they danced.
“My band has a quest here. We have to help a girl meet her true love.” Cedrick was a very good dancer, making it easy for Rina to follow him and hopefully disguise the fact that dancing was not her strong point.
            “A noble quest,” agreed Cedrick. “Can I help?”
            Rina shook her head. “I think she’s afraid of you. Just stay out of her way. She’s pretty overwhelmed as it is.”
             So she danced after that dance they parted ways and Rina went back to Ellen. Cedrick diligently steered clear of them, but Ellen didn’t calm down. She was crying and wouldn’t say anything until they returned to the band.
            “You danced with my true love!” sobbed Ellen as they stood in her kitchen garden.
            “Cedrick?!” exclaimed Rina indignantly. “How can he be your true love if he doesn’t even know you exist?’
            It was not the right comment. Ellen sobbed harder and Gervas signaled for Thomas to drag Rina away. Later Gervas warned Rina that if she tried to interfere with the quest, the band would tie her up. Rina scowled. She couldn’t let her cousin get married off to some goosey empty-headed girl.
            The next night Rina decided on a bold, direct approach to get Ellen with her true love. Once they got into the ballroom, Rina didn’t waste any time trying to let Ellen settle in or admire the room.
            “Come on Ellen,” said Rina. “You really need to meet your true love.” Grabbing her hand, Rina plowed through the room. Nimble dancers gracefully leaped out of their way, while clumsy ones stumbled and bumped their toes. They all gave Rina dark glares. Rina didn’t pay any attention to them and headed straight to her cousin.
            Cedrick raised his eyebrows, surprised that Rina was introducing him to the women she had told him to avoid.
“Cousin, this is Ellen. You should marry her.”
            Ellen fainted from embarrassment. Baron Cedrick restrained himself from rolling his eyes and called for a healer. He asked Rina to dance with him, but she sweetly said she would only do so if he danced with Ellen first. Cedrick really did roll his eyes and then spent the rest of the night avoiding Ellen. Which was difficult because Rina kept dragging Ellen after him. Once again, Ellen left the ball in tears.
            The next night, the band had the sorcerer put a spell on Rina to keep her at camp. Then they managed to lock Baron Cedrick and Ellen in the library in hopes that close contact would help them warm up to each other. But Rina’s work was already done. Cedrick took the most boring book in the library, a collection of Goldgate’s tax records, and read the entire thing to Ellen in a monotone. Ellen decided that she needed a different true love.

For more of Rina's adventures, see the Green Crescent Heroes.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Myself



Looking back
I see You
And yet –
Looking forward
You cannot see me

What would I say
To You, Myself?
When You cannot hear?

What advice should I give
To the tunnel
You must grope through?
Which from My end
Is lit
But from Yours
Is Dark all through?

Or what advice would I, Myself
Give – If I could stand farther
And Look back again?
What warning, what guide?
To what stay true?

Or would You speak to Me
I think I know Your worry
Never fear
I have kept My Essence

And Looking forward from here
Through the mist
Though Myself I cannot see
That Essence I see still



Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Delayed



When the typhoon raged
And sent sheets of rain and wind
Howling and crashing through the streets
The hotel was quiet inside
Expect for the ringing of the phone
“The flight’s canceled,”
Quenching the flame of excitement
We had dreamed of for over a year
Home was only an ocean away

Five days of waiting
Not sadly – this place was our home too –
But there were ashes on the flame
We seemed to forget
That ocean was crossable
Until the fourth day we remembered
That home was a possibility
And ghost flames of excitement rose


Yet when the airplane took flight
It still seemed a dream
Until I heard my own language
And your voice on the phone
Then saw you waiting for me
When I came home



The Charioteer



The sun rides far
like a chariot in the sky
pulled by gleaming horses
and the charioteer sees all

I rode with him once
sight seeing tourist
everything below us so small
the world seemed
a child’s blanket
spread out to make a map
I felt very grand

Until the charioteer turned the horses
away from the haunts of man
he had a secret smile
he knew more than I

at the world’s end he tied his horses
their manes streamed gold
then quiet purple in the wind
and the sea mist rose up
ocean waves crashed
the cliff was bare white
and dizzyingly steep
and then I knew insignificance

the world was grand
and I was small
the charioteer knew all along
I think I’ll ride with him again



Friday, August 8, 2014

Crocheting Magic



there’s magic in color
yellow blushing into pinks
fading into sunset purple
variegated yarns
wound around my fingers
looped around my hook
that dips into forests
and seas
crocheting magic



Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Opening


The mouse crouched at the base of the rosebush, waiting; gathering courage to run. It poked its head out, then dived back into the roots as the tall ones, the ones the sparrows called humans, passed. There were two of them and they stopped by the rosebush for such a long time the mouse quivered and despaired of ever going home. At last they moved on. In relief the mouse darted away, but in a moment it tumbled back whacking its nose with its own tail.
            A monster with glowering eyes and a gaping mouth! – but it was only a motif on the wall. Half covered by roses, the carving was difficult to be seen. The mouse righted itself and scurried away, squeaking indignantly. It was no good having such a creature on the wall. No good at all.

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