Saturday, February 28, 2009

Week 9


Born from a sleeping fairytale
was created a girl of nonsense.
a drinker of poetry and feaster of prose
from the stitched spines of battered books
so loved, they fell apart.
Dreams draping the hem of her skirt and
the sky beneath suede heels
with puffed clouds as stepping stones
from a sepia photograph.
A wooden rocking horse and
paper-mache masks
nested in the cluttered room of the
nonsense-girl, crafting away more stories, more places.
Of make-believe? Of MY-believe!
Of teacups and castles and brass pocket watches
Of spirits and and puzzles and flower fields of blue
Glass roses, fish kingdoms and roller skates are there
with imagination, to become the author of her life.
She cut and tore to make a pet, her paper tiger;
paged majestic, king of the library jungle.
Mustard daffodils in cracked paintings
portraits of ladies in flowing lace
a petal whirlwind to sweep you up
past kites and balloons to the sheep in the sky;
moons and stars and pixie dust
compacted in her heart.
Hold onto your universe beyond the seeing eyes
and keep tight to the dizzying absurdities
before the real world steals them away
and you will no longer be nonsense,
just 'girl'.


Yin and Yang
(bonus poem)

What a lovely day, what a lovely place. On my side of the world anyways.
On a crossroads between light and dark, I sit with my twin sister Yin, drinking tea.
I lift my cup, and so does she. So light and flowery it is, I sound my approval.
"Cheerful, aren't you?" Yin is speaking. With the way she speaks, It was barely a question.
My twin; My face; speaking to me.
"Invariably." I reply. " I've always been fond of white tea."
Yin looks down to her own tea; it's black.
We're mirrored; the same; but opposite. A balance.
" Did you know Yang, I sometimes imagine how it would be to have your place." She says in her tinted voice
" I myself, Yin, wonder how your shoes would fit."
I know my side is better. Pride? of course. Perhaps she feels the same way.
My dear, quiet, gloomy, lugubrious sister. And I'm her equal; her counterpart.
Her adoring, loud, upbeat, sanguine brother.
Across the table she sees me, on my side of the earth.
grassy, rich of light and blossoming plants.
My placement has delicate cream porcelain and a green apple snack from my own garden
bright clothes and bright days of clouds, white against blue.
" I would have to redecorate completely" She says, waving her hand.
directly opposite is she, and my view of her side.
A baron land of dust, a cemetery of decay and shadow.
Her placement is calm glazed clay, beside a bland croissant,
A dark lacy underwear corset and flowing dress of black
to match the night where snowflakes softly fall.
" As would I " I say, " I would throw out the stars and the snow, the gloom and the quiet.
I would grow things."
Yin smiles dimly to me, with her own imaginary plans.
" I'd darken your clouds, get rid of the flashy flowers and distractions"
" To be a woman, I'd be more modest and faithful to my gift of creation"
" As a man, I'd be more open and faithful to my habit for destruction."
" A woman of sweet smells and bright smiles"
" A man of seductive eyes and mysterious touch"
" Yin, to be direct, I'd prefer a more feminine sister"
" And I, Yang, a masculine brother."
And in unison "I don't understand you at all."
" But this is who we are."
" A lovely agreement, Yin."
Yin smirks, sipping her tea and nodding.
Who we are.
Yin, Yang. Black, White. Woman, Man.
We are the same. We are opposites.
We are balance.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Week 8

Black Widow

The story starts in cheery youth;
a young lad finds his love:
a quiet girl with raven hair
with strange interests thereof
watching spiders spin their webs
and wrapping up their prey
a synonym for life, she says,
painting clouds of grey.
Her gentle face and shaded mind
he found quite captivating
So forward did he ask her hand
under her window, waiting.
His dedication startling,
with feelings raw and true
the brooding girl accepted
to a wedding from the blue
But beneath the good intentions
a secret she did hide;
a family constitution
where a monster lay inside.
The night after the marriage,
their love exchanged so sweet
the bride committed murder
His body she did eat.
Her nature had come forth,
with the killing of her mate
it was the spider's curse
of a much horrendous fate
Away in her webbed tower
young daughter by her side,
The Black Widow sits lonely
love lost beyond the tide.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Week 7

Astronomy Homework

Once upon a time, in a spring blanket of flowers, there was a little magic town, far away from the troubles of the world. Under a clear twinkling sky, the town slept peacefully in their charming houses, not a care in the world entering their dreamy states. On the outskirts of town however, in the stony high astronomy tower, one person was still awake, pouring over his textbooks.

Reece, a schoolboy and young magician, moved back and forth across the large study, lazily flipping through advanced spell books and tinkering with his father's unusual astronomy gadgets. Brass twirling thing-ma-bobs and planetary gizmos could not amuse him at the moment. Reece had, you see, locked himself in his father's tower for the night, under his own bad circumstances. It was only that evening that the lad remembered about the astronomy homework he was yet to do, and sleeping through class had him missing some useful information. As Reece's father was the resident Sorcerer of Cosmology, it would be utterly embarrassing to show up to class empty handed when he had so much material at his fingertips. He wasn't the best of students when it came to basic magic and incantations, but he often had brilliant insight in creating his own spells, whether they blew up in his face or not. Perhaps astronomy wasn't passed into his blood, but experimentation was there in it's stead.

But now, as the night stretched on, it started to seem as if Reece would never finish the charts and questions in time for school. All of his father's star location posters on the wall had been useful, but the books around him were imposing with their high level of vocabulary and explanations that only seemed to confuse him more and more. With a mighty sigh, he slumped down in the room's largest chair, staring blankly at the large open sky of the window. A great black emptiness with diamonds stuck floating above. So much was out there, blinking back at him. Stars; planets; galaxies; and … a meteor? Slowly speeding across the sky, was a large ball of white leaving behind a gleaming tail; much larger than a shooting star, but it wasn't descending towards earth, it was traveling along. A passing comet!

Reece sat up in his chair to watch it. It was close, very close, as far as comets go. A graceful stream cutting across the peaceful night sky. How lucky to catch sight of one! If only he could use this comet for some sort of assignment; an essay maybe. He felt compelled at that moment to do something ...a little drastic. Perhaps he couldn't finish his homework in time, but maybe if he could impress his teacher enough to pass him...Hmm, a little bit of dust from the tail of that comet might do. How great would it be to show up to class with that? Wetting his lips anxiously, Reece decided to do it. He prepared himself for the impulsive endeavor, thinking of a way to get close to the comet. His father had warned him before to “fear and honour the cosmos, for we are at it's mercy”, but desperate times called for desperate measures! So what's the harm in trailing behind a comet for a bit?

With a bit of courage and concentration, Reece stepped onto the stony railing of the window. He had a long rope attached to his waist of which tied on the other end was a semi-large enchanted stone magnet. Reece placed his palms on the magnet, clumsily reciting a following-incantation he remembered from class, and combining it with his own long-distance spell to follow the comet. He was usually very confidence in his impulsive spells, so with hand above his head, he swung the magnet like a sling, giving it speed, and then letting go with all of his might.

Although he hadn't needed to let go at all, because with the magic instilled in it, the stone magnet suddenly propelled forward, surprising Reece into a yelp. He soared through the sky like a helpless ragdoll tied behind the speeding arrow of a magnet. With a tight hand over his hat, the cold wind of the night whipped around him. It was as if, he imagined, falling off of a very high building, only... reversed. Up, up, It pulled him; over the town, over the country, and over the planet, in it's determination of reaching the comet as the spell commanded. He passed through the clouds, swirly like cream, and through the stale atmosphere, out into orbit. Past the pull of earth's gravity, the space around him felt like he was moving through dark water. Reece wanted to turn around for a view of what was behind him, quickly getting nervous about this plan, but he was being carried along much too quickly for a chance to see. The brilliant white of the comet was getting closer and closer, a sparkling ice crystal that streaked effortlessly through the blackness of space. It was much larger close up, - and fast! Faster than anything Reece had seen before; and now they were going to head-on collide with it! They were at their destination. With a great crunch, the stone magnet collided into the head of the comet. Unfortunately, this was not the end of the speeding journey; If anything, The comet was so fast that it felt like riding a hurricane. Reece couldn't see anything in the wind and ice and dust, and soon the rope couldn't hold much longer. It snapped, hurling Reece backwards, twirling into nothingness. And the comet continued to soar, farther and farther away as the young magician flew hopelessly through space, until- He felt his clothes catch onto something.

There, dangling in space, Reece hung by the back of his shirt on the point of a star. The lad shook his head slowly, dizzy from the fall, and tried to make sense in his head of where he could possibly be. There was dark all around him, save for the ever blinking stars, and he could see the comet, a tiny insect, wizzing away from him. “ Oh no.” he groaned.

“ 'Oh no' indeed.” came a voice from behind. Reece tried to whirl around to see where it had come from.

“ What? Excuse me?” He asked in confusion. How could there possibly be someone speaking?

“ Excuse you? I suppose I shall have to, seeing as how you oh-so-gracefully stuck yourself onto me.”

“ Onto you?” Reece tried to look behind himself again. He wasn't quite sure what he was stuck on, but whatever it was didn't seem at all happy about saving his life. “ I can't exactly help where I am at the moment. And who are you exactly?” He asked cautiously.

The voice became very ornery now. “ I'm the star who's shine is suddenly very dull indeed thanks to you scuffing it up. If it was up to me, I'd have let you continue twirling around like a chunk of ugly space rock, but I don't have much choice in the matter. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my usual bit of twinkling.”

“ Well I'm very sorry,” Reece replied embarrassed, and slightly annoyed. “ But I can't exactly move at the moment.”

“ Oh lovely. I'll just float here all dim then, shall I? Yes, I suppose I'll start a new fashion trend of abstractly leaning to the weight of some fleshy earth-brat. ”

Rolling his eyes, the young magician tried to ignore the star's obnoxious complaining. He looked to the stars around him, trying to identify any markers of where he was. He couldn't recognize any planets and doubted that he was still within his home solar system. Although... hadn't the crotchety voice behind him mentioned it?

“ Hold on,” Reece started. “ You mentioned Earth. Do you know how I get back then? Do you know where we are?”

“ Of course I know where we are!” The star snapped. It's voice was had a slight echo in the surrounding space. “ You think I've never seen people like you? Huh? Well it happens more often than not, although never before have I had the pleasure of swinging one around.”

So, it can't be so terribly far, can it? Reece wondered. “ How far are we from Earth?”

“ I've been staring at it here for hundreds of thousand of years, although I'm sure an underdeveloped species like yourself can't see it. “

“ Alright, alright!” Reece sighed. “ Look, I really am sorry I landed on you, and if anything, I'd like to get off and let you get about your shining business. But as it is, I haven't the slightest idea how to get back home!”

“ Oh please.” The star huffed. “ If you have a brain, be inclined to use it.”

A small snickering was heard in the distance. Oh great, Reece thought. Now the other stars are laughing at me. The laughter stopped and decided to speak now, although not catty like the other star. It was rather kind and soft. “ Must you be so mean to the Earth-child?”

“ Of course.” The star replied, still very bitter.

“ If you need help, young one, then summon me.” the voice said sweetly. “ The power that got you here will surely get you back.”

“ Summon you?” The magician felt very shy all of a sudden. Who was speaking to him? A kind voice in the cosmos was reaching out, but apparently he was the one who had to call forward to it. He tried to focus his eyes on the stars around him. They seemed so scattered... and yet, they made formations on some accounts. Of course, I've just been studying this, haven't I? The constellations were there; shining outlines of the figures they represented. Perhaps... he could call on one of them.

To be continued~

Week 6

Seasonal Haikus

Jump into the brown
Twirl in wind and knit those scarves
Crunch the leaves away

Bare skeleton trees
cold for cuddles and stories
With mittens and tea

Poofs of pink pollen
Tart sweets for picnic mornings
Dandelion sneeze

White lace sundresses
Tired sleep beneath tall limbs
Let the season last

And a few extra:

To find a lost key,
Will it lead you to a door?
Just folly searches.

Behind a giggle
Up those tress and with scabbed knees
You've found your childhood.

She sits, quiet and shy.
Beyond the closed door she's there
Dancing by herself

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Week 5


Come one, come all, and you will see
the carousel of death
to ride; to laugh; go up and down;
to steal away your breath
A merry way to die, you see,
upon your grinning steed
a skeleton of gleaming white
with only you to lead.
The music will entrance you
with the gentle laughing sound
of others riding with you
moving round and round
Forget illness and growing age
the unfairness of fate
upon the moving horses
and to the golden gate
Death is adventure we all face
so do it with a smile
and ride the carousel of death
to make your trip worthwhile.