O, but how bright and beautiful is she, Her mane billows at a toss of her head, Never a prouder horse did you yet see, As stars shimmer in her coat; black as lead. This fine fiery mare of starry night, This creature made of darkness and moonbeams, Her coat a mirror, reflecting all light, Was borne of a mere mortal’s sweet daydreams. Ebony! I reach out, call out her name, She snorts and whirls away, leaving me here. Then suddenly she spins, and as if tame, Comes to me, her eyes soft and dark and clear. I touch silky mane; through it fingers wind, And then, we leap, flying fleet as the wind.
Up the mountain, in that cave, There lives a fierce and fiery dragon, And it’s about time someone caught it.
I shall be the valiant knight, Who stands by to guard with sword in hand. Josephine and Connor shall be the ones To slam closed the gates, once the beast is caged. Tommy will stand by with the lasso in hand, To rope the creature should it escape. And now I think that all is ready— Oh, you? Ah, yes, I almost forgot You can be the bait! ___ Imitation of Shel Silverstein’s “Play Ball”
No diamond jewel could compare To the worth of a raindrop in summer. No emerald or ruby could compare To the brilliant hues of a hummingbird. No opal gemstone could compare To the snowy feathers of an egret. For all they take a million years to make, These things of rock and metal make Some forget nature’s living creatures.
What diamond dropped from the sky Could make a trillion living things grow? What emerald or ruby could defy The laws of science and fly? What opal shaped to feather mimicry Could cloak in warmth a living being? Why do we so value these things of rock and metal, But heedlessly cause other living things to die?
The evergreens buried in drifting snow, Bow their branches, laden with perching birds. This whole place glazed with silver ice, aglow With mirrored light, silent but for the birds. Then through the melting snow breaks brilliant green, And creatures venture forth from winter dens.
Deer roam the fields, the wolf’s no longer lean, Back are the bright hummingbirds, drabber wrens. Flowers bloom in riots of brilliant color, The young pups and chicks of spring have grown. Then trees burst into fire’s brilliant color, The hummingbirds, wrens, buntings have now flown. And so fall shifts to winter, as summer Did fall; as the seasons will forever.
I have been one acquainted with the light. When I wander, I do not walk alone Even in the deepest depths of the night. I do not need company but for my own. I exalt in walking down a fractured street That’s rife with seeds last spring has sown.
And should a passerby I never meet, Then in the solitude I will not pine For my happiness shall be complete. I do not like a road covered in civil signs, I prefer the spires of nature to be my only sight As I wander down the paths of crooked lines, Here my mind can soar to its fullest height; I have been one acquainted with the light. ___ Imitation of Robert Frost’s “Acquainted with the Night”
A thousand tiny twinkling lights, In the blue-black velvet night, A thousand glittering brilliant pin-pricks, In the arching dome of sky. A million glowing points of light, I see in the blue-black velvet night. So clear and bright, a swirling white, In the deep black velvet night.
Well, after another year of randomly disappearing from my website (blows cobweb off keyboard) I have returned again! I have a backlog of candidates for the Writer as Reader’s Corner I’m hoping to get around to reviewing, but in the meantime I felt it might be nice to get back into some short fiction writing of my own. Some stories will likely be reposts of works I did over on the Confabulator Café before its demise, though with some edits to clean them up a bit better. Some may also be stories I’ve shopped around to enough magazines I feel comfortable letting them retire after collecting a long pedigree of rejections.
So, we’ll see how long I keep this endeavor up! Hopefully I will have edits finished on the book in the next few months, and while it’s off tormenting agents I’ll spend some time on here, cleaning the place up a bit. Maybe I’ll even manage a little more consistency while I’m at it, haha.
This December’s prompt was “goodbyes,” as The Confabulator Café, which I have contributed short stories and poetry to for the last three years, is closing down. For my last piece on the Café I wrote a poem, only the second I’ve had published there. “Farewell” is about the many farewells I had to make this year, both to the Café, and to my home and all it encompassed.
Last Friday was the reception for Best of elementia, an anthology of works that were published in elementia magazine over the last fifteen issues. My sonnet “Curse of the Huntresses,” which first appeared in elementia issue xiv, was republished in the Best of elementia anthology, along with an author interview of…me! The Best of reception was open mic, so I was allowed to read three of my pieces: “Curse of the Huntresses,” published in issue xiv and Best of; “Ghosts,” which won first place in Showcase Selections, and “Place of Lore,” which was not only published in elementia’s issue xii, but is also my first ever published piece.
An online version of Best of elementia is at JoCoLibrary/best of elementia. My poem is on page 136, author interview on page 71.
Last night was the reception for elementia issue xiv! I wasn’t as special as last year, since the lights didn’t go out during my reading (haha). I must have done a decent job reading though, because I even got congratulations from some of the other readers. 😄