Silver Flights of Fancy

Friday, August 8, 2014

Crocheting Magic

for dVerse & the Honeybee

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

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.

The Honeybee is a new blog I've started for writing prompts. Feel free to head on over and leave a response there.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Cinderella's Paradelle

for dVerse

Tears twice, ashes, and a pumpkin.

Old cinders change; a new dress.

A pumpkin, tears, ashes, and cinders,

twice old dress. A new change.

That fast gleaming ride was behind mice

and once slippers dance into a gold heart

slippers and a heart dance into gold.

Once was gleaming behind mice that ride fast.

Coming midnight strikes. Running from the ball;

alas! To fall. A prince with glass leads to the way.

Running leads; a prince coming from the way to a lass

Midnight strikes the ball with glass to fall

Ashes and cinders change into gold

gleaming new a dress that once was old.

A pumpkin ride behind running fast mice

coming to a dance with a prince twice.

Alas midnight strikes. Tears and slippers fall.

Glass leads the way to the heart from the ball.