Day 220: A Poem

This day is its own poem
slow to start
and making do
grabbing the first coffee-laden thought
that drifts by
and squish press shaping it
to fit where it is needed
finally moving forward
rolling and tumbling
dragged behind the roiling swarm of
things someone else thinks are important
until the offering of hours is high and gleaming
then, ropes cut,
sliding slowly
to the comfortable and familiar
and rest at the end


Day 212: A Poem

I’ve stopped slacking and hopped back into my writing group! The prompt for this week was about pick-up lines. Actually the prompt was somewhat complicated but I wanted to condense my entry into a short poem. Continue reading “Day 212: A Poem”

Day 151: A Poem

I missed last week’s writing prompt and felt bad about it. I wanted to be sure I didn’t skip another one. This week’s theme is: “The year is 2050. Disney owns everything in the world, including you.” That’s a hard thing to write a poem about, but luckily once I got the first image in my head the rest sort of followed along from there. Continue reading “Day 151: A Poem”

Day 123: A Poem

My friends decided to come up with a writing prompt and give ourselves a week to put some words down and report back. The prompt was “a pixie finds itself lost in a modern-day city.” I decided to write a poem.


She danced with her sisters out under the stars
spin once
spin twice
they laughed in the meadow
her sisters and she, ‘neath the stars

Along comes a mortal, her arms full of jars
scream once
scream twice
then run for the portals
the mortal stuffs pixies in jars

The mortal, she sells them, to tourists in cars
heave once
heave twice
this feeling is awful
did you know fae get sick in cars?

Her new city keeper he drags her to bars
sip once
sip twice
cheap beer from a thimble
she drowns all her feelings at bars

Her sisters, they find her, call “give back what’s ours”
chant once
chant twice
their magic arises
“you’ll all pay for stealing what’s ours”

Now city lights wink out like flickering stars
flash once
flash twice
turn concrete to meadow
leave no trace but laughter and stars


Day 85: A Poem

No picture today, but you do get another poem inspired by the tutorials on Seanan McGuire’s Patreon! I am having so much fun with these.


My flesh sinks, my mind is freed
(drifting ‘neath sargassum weed)
Darkness comforts, deep I’ll drown
(naked in a sea-foam gown)
Architeuthis winks her eye
(far from unforgiving sky)
Hulls have cracked, the pressure groans
(isopods dance in my bones)
Mortal friends would be aghast
(I am safe at home at last)
I’m immortal here below
(see my lures, their shine, their glow)

naked in a sea-foam gown
isopods dance in my bones
see my lures, their shine, their glow
I am safe at home at last
far from unforgiving sky
drifting ‘neath sargassum weed
sacrifice for nightmares freed

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