Starlit

Turn your sight to the sound as

Unicorns flit between the trees

Vanishing down the starlit walk

Where sharp crystal hooves rap

Xylophone-like on flagstones leaving

Yellowed notes in the autumn breeze

An alphabet sestet: A poem of six lines where each line begins with a consecutive letter of the alphabet.

Written for dVerse.

Through the Window

Hoofbeats clatter down the drive
As the rose gold sun swims
Out of violet seeped night
Glinting on the crystal horns
Of a flock of unicorns
There’s a blessing in the sight
As they go scintillating by
See them leap
Upwards toward the sky


Written for dVerse.

Sparkle

Atop the snow capped mountain side

Something shines brighter than the snow

Gleaming; flashing with every stride

A unicorn with brilliant glow!

Hooves of diamonds glistering bright

And sparkling crystal prism horn

Catching and scattering rainbow light

Unicorn dancing in the morn!

Such a scene so scintillating

Will never from memory fade

Yet for a display so blinding

I’ll behold the unicorn with shades

written for dVerse

Catching the Muse

rides a unicorn through the sky
that's me, never tied to the ground
flying past mountains onward bound
led by the light of fireflies
into the land of dreams my friend
waking dreams with no start nor end
where muses dwell and dance and sing
while tales are born and laughter rings
ride a unicorn there my friend

Seeker

for the Honeybee and dVerse

for the unicorn seeker

as you search the clouds

and the ocean waves

rising dancing streams of white

your eyes search every

view for the elusive unicorn

they say there is no unicorn

why then are you a seeker?

peering through tangled branches and every

dream caught against the sky’s clouds

hoping for a glimpse of a dazzling white

mane falling in waves

light and frothy like clouds

then you’ll know a unicorn

and reach to touch the horn white.

the journey is long seeker

many have sought and only seen clouds

straining their hearts at every

wishful thought and every

false start gone like the waves

yet still they look to the clouds

for somewhere there is a unicorn

so are you willing seeker?

to spend your days in search of white?

and when your hair turns white

and you see yourself in every

young and youthful seeker

till sighs come out like waves

to think they might see a unicorn

while you saw only the clouds.

but did you not see in the clouds

the horn spiraling white

and feel the eyes of a unicorn

brightly shining looking back at every

believer through the ocean waves

and know that he too was a seeker?

and when at last the clouds part every

elusive white horn through the waves

of a unicorn’s mane will be before you seeker.

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

Beyond

Magpie Tale 122
shared with dVerse

I found a doorway this afternoon
Or maybe it was a window.
I thought the rain left only mud
But there it was, untouched and new.
A forest growing clear and strong
And I could hear the music in its leaves.
It seemed a shame to pass it by
Unexplored and left in memory’s drawer.
So I unlocked the door and went in
Or fell through the window, I do not know.
But I spent the hours there
And met the birds and every flower.
Danced with fairies and joined their feasts
Stopped in a tree and spoke with owls.
I met a unicorn too, and laughed under silver stars
And by their light returned home again.
Without locking the door
Or perhaps I didn’t close the window.
Never will I cease to look
For doorways and windows.
I’ll find them again I know
Beyond the mud to worlds untouched and new.

Behind These Doors

Magpie Tale #96

Shared with dVerse

You really want to come in here?
Really?
Are you sure you know what’s behind these doors?


Are you sure it’s only old garden tools
Shovels and rakes and the push lawn mower,
Broken pots nestled among spider webs?


Do you know that it’s not a dragon’s horde,
Gleaming gold and strands of pearls piled above clean white bones,
Rusted daggers and helmets and polished shields?


Are you sure it’s only the beach things,
The surfboard and colored towels
Buckets for sandcastles and shell collections?


Do you know that it’s not a magician’s hideaway,
Where you’ll find him bent over cracked leather spell books
Bubbling red potions and a talking raven for company?


Are you sure it’s only the winter supplies
A green snow blower, ice skates and snow shoes
The toboggans, boots, and sleds?


Do you know that it’s not a doorway to faerie,
A portal to emerald meadows where unicorns roam
An invitation to a dance that never ends?


Haven’t you ever wondered,
What else could be behind these doors?
Are you sure you want to know?