Winged Thief

for Magpie Tales 295

Iridescent shadows flicker
Flitting through the sun
On my table, cheese for me
Beyond my window magpie waits
I've been dreaming
Cheese and apples, nuts and bread
The perfect autumn snack
But the magpie was dreaming too
For once my back was turned
My search for condiments begun
He slipped in without remorse
And my little snack
Became his scrumptious feast

Lighthouse

Midnight silk draping

extinguishing the gold

flaming brilliant sun

before night unfolds

a pillar rises unmoving

replacing the gold

a light in the dark

gleaming with hope and promise

showing the way home.

for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Up Jumps Spring

for dVerse

White crystals form a ragged blanket

Drip, dripping into holes

Moistening the dirt beneath

Snow unravels; loosing silver threads

And up jumps Spring!

Pop, pop, pop!

Green starts exploding

Pushing past the heavy earth

Stems and leaves racing up

Spreading color in profusion

Crocus wins, first in bloom

Cupped petals balanced on the green

Striped tulips tumble in the breeze

Golden daffodils light up the garden beds

Tight hyacinth buds burst open

Filling the air with sweet Spring smells

Oh Spring is here!

Sing it out: Spring’s returned

Dance while the earth leaps up

Rejoice!

Song for the Winds

for dVerse

O fierce East wind, hear my plea!

Tolls changed my love into a bear

He’s held by a dark, stormy sea

East of the sun, west of the moon

O strong West wind, hear my plea!

I’ve wandered over all the earth

Where is the place, oh, please take me

East of the sun, west of the moon

O bold South wind, hear my plea!

With golden gifts I’ll rescue him

When once I find the troll-fraught sea

East of the sun, west of the moon

O great North wind, hear my plea!

Your brothers have brought me to you

Now up on your back carry me

East of the sun, west of the moon

This poem was inspired by the fairy tale East of the Sun and West of the Moon.

A Harp

for dVerse

O!

Ah!

the

harp

sings

softly.

Harmony,

melodies.

Happiness

whispering

contentment.

Delightful

glissando.

Ethereal

plucked

musical

notes.

Harp

kin.

Ah!

O!

This is a snowball poem. Each line is one word that is one letter longer than the last one.

The Joust

for dVerse

Listening to the music. Voices on the street;

to eager sounds floating open through bright air.

The sounds soar up into my morning dreams;

music floating up forever: laughs. Window welcomes all.

Voices open into laughs, inviting. Little wrens fly

on through my window. Little chirps that hope.

The bright morning, welcomes wrens that sing with 

street air. Dreams all fly; hope with life.

The Archer

for dVerse

Trumpets sound in the morning air

The field is laid so deadly green

Noble knights roaming everywhere

But I only watch the archers

Will he come? Again the trumpets blare

My small favor for the winner

And a gold arrow if he dare

So I only watch the archers

The sun climbs high above my chair

On the green brave knights fight and bleed

The rowdy crowd cheers their warfare

Yet I only watch the archers

At last! See how the archers fare

They shoot arrow after arrow

But no sign of bold Robin there

And I only watch the archers

The crowd shouts, the winner declare

He smiles to receive his prize

They catch Robin Hood in their snare

Yet I only watch the archer

My heart is drowning in despair

But his men spring from every side

Fighting till they flee elsewhere 

Still I only watch the archer