A poetic journey through my mind

Posts tagged “fairy

The Question

pooka girl, changeling girl,
foxes eyes, red mane acurl,
tell me, tell me, tell me true,
three times three I ask of you.

First is for the love we share,
his midnight eyes and crow-black hair,
his handsome face so fine and fair,
where have you taken him, fox-girl, where?

pooka girl, changeling girl,
foxes eyes, red mane acurl,
tell me, tell me, tell me true,
three times three I ask of you.

The second is for magic, deep,
that through our veins does rise and leap,
a power bought with price so steep
I feel it cry out, in my sleep.

pooka girl, changeling girl,
foxes eyes, red mane acurl,
tell me, tell me, tell me true,
three times three I ask of you.

The third time is for loyalty,
for oaths by moon and star and tree,
oaths of blood I shed for thee,
I ask you, sister, three times three.


Kitten Little

kitten little, sometimes big,
walking through the streets alone,
puddle water, garbage cans,
sometimes an abandoned bone.
boxes set for mornings haul,
make shelter from the freezing rain,
kicks and stones and shouted words,
she stumbles past, ignores the pain.
born into an alley, grown,
no memories to give her place,
her only clue a collar, red,
that takes her into kitten-space.
in form, a scrawny alley-cat,
black and white with bright green eyes,
the colors meld in formless shapes,
to make the shadows her disguise.
in kitten shape she eats and sleeps,
then grows again at each sunrise,
when big, she stands a scrawny teen,
with ebon hair and emerald eyes.
tail that hangs so limply down,
and ears that hear a mouses cry,
invisible, intangible, but present,
real, and not insanitys’ sweet lie.
her hair so long and tangled falls,
across her fearful, tearful eyes,
hiding the skin so ivory white,
torn by hate in loves disguise.
skin that’s never felt soft hand,
a mothers touch, a fathers love,
never felt a sweet caress,
just icy air and a strangers shove.
where will she end, this kitten, lost,
who is there to take her in,
how did she come, and at what cost,
what secrets lie beneath her skin?


Childling moon

whisper, giggle, prank and play,
the changelings now will have their day,
beware the mortal taken in
by childish laugh and friendly grin,
they’ll whirl him through enchanted night,
and leave him lost in mornings light,
baffled, flustered and confused,
exhausted, hungry and bemused,
but somehow lonely for the sound
of little footsteps on the ground,
and childish voices raised in glee,
footloose, all, and fancy free.


My Christmas Girl has given me another present!

My beautiful photographer friend Nia has gifted me with my 4th award…this time, the Versatile Blogger.  I’m happy to accept it, with the usual caveats:  I can’t guarantee a no-snark appreciation…and I may or may not pass it on,  depending on how I feel and who I want to pass the torch/pita to.  😉

“The Rules of this award:

If you receive the honor, pay attention! When you accept the award you must:
Thank the person who shared the award with you, by linking back to them in your post.
Pass this award to 15 recently discovered blogs (being sure to let them know that you included them in your blog post).
Lastly, list 7 things about yourself.”

So, number one done…number two on the back burner for now…here goes number three:

7 Things

I read and follow the advice of my three tarot card decks, once/twice a week

I collect stones and interestingly shaped rocks from places I or my friends have been  (anyone wanna send me a rock? 😉 )

I collect stuffed animals, especially coyotes, but others as well

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I own 5 autographed prints/cards, two tarot decks, and one figurine by Jasmine Beckett-Griffith

I own a special edition autographed and original artwork set of Deviant Moon Tarot cards,  created by Patrick Valenza

I want to go to Australia more than anyplace on Earth (Turkey is second!)

I have played Live-Action-Role-Playing games for the last 15 yrs

 

There.  Now I can say again, Thank You, my Christmas Girl!  I’ve gone from having none to having 4 awards in less than a week…as well as being 2 away from 60 followers!  I love you all!

 

KC


Harvest Dance

bright eyes shine and footsteps scurry,
voices whisper hurry, hurry,
come, the dance is starting soon,
underneath the harvest moon.

thru the shining city streets,
where the pulse of nightlife beats,
the call goes out, and those who hear,
are coming in from far and near.

the harvest ball will soon commence,
just behind the chainlink fence,
in the darkest part of town,
where the lady moon smiles down.

dancers gather, all together,
never mind the wind and weather,
bow and curtsey, reverance,
mingle with your favorite haunts,
twist and turn and do-si-do,
look at that big goblin go,
and though it will be over soon…
let’s dance beneath the autumn moon!