In Other Words, Elf…

This is written in response to http://patriciasplace.me/2017/12/13/in-other-words-elf/

I’ve never thought much about being an elf.
Mischievous, clever, mysterious creatures.
Then I slept beneath a giant oak tree
and stories of the past came flooding back to me.
Answers to questions I’ve always had about myself.

Treasure Keeper

dragon

A dragon emerges from
smoky grey and black
clouds.
Ancient symbols
spin around his head.
Razor sharp, spiky teeth
and scaly back, glisten
like carefully crafted
obsidian spears.

The maiden is not afraid.
Her long hair is loosely
gathered.
A single braid is pulled
to one side. Heavy silk
layers of soft mauve
seem to disappear and appear
again as smoke swirls about
the cavern.

Restlessly, the dragon
circles the space.
The maiden remains still.
She dreamt of this
majestic beast.
She saw his ferocious eyes
sensitive to the slightest
movement.
She saw his bravery
and his compassion.

When the dragon stops pacing
their eyes meet,
their hearts lock.
The maiden steps toward
the flaming roar,
her trust protecting her
from the raging fire.
As her small hand touches
the chest of the beast,
a single drop of blood
is drawn from her delicate
finger. With a swift turn
of his head the dragon
catches the drip on the tip
of his tongue.
Their fate is sealed.
Her treasure
will be forever protected.

The Gate

A young couple giggle like teens
as they stumble toward their guest house.
Muffled laughter escapes as they recount
how close they came to being locked out.
They were told the imposing black wrought
iron gate would close at a specified time; no re-entry
until morning. They had sprinted through a diminishing
opening, hearing the locks click behind them.

A man dressed in black walks slowly past the imposing
black wrought iron gate. Carefully he analyzes the
twists and turns, the swirls of the ornate metal leaves,
looking for any weakness. Looking for access when the family
is away and the house might be left unguarded.

As the paint dries a tradesman takes the opportunity
to admire his work. The imposing black wrought iron gate
has been restored to its former beauty. As he takes in
the size and artistry before him, he imagines who may have
passed through the opening in the gate’s glory days.

Odd Creature

stegosaurus

An eccentric young woman

descends polished wooden stairs

in stockings, with light, bouncy steps

full of energy.

 

A vision of distinct individuality,

her presence dares adults to defy mediocre lives.

Disconnect from adolescent bravado

emerges among those present

with each exotic footfall into the room.

Dreams and confidence of childhood

are shown to have settled into a run-of-the-mill existence

as this odd creature breezes in.

 

Porcelain skin is smooth and glowing.

Dark eyes lead to deep pools of creative knowledge

and foreign thought.

Turquoise blue and vibrant purple hair

shines.

Side ponytails curl and twist

with her movements.

A gentle teal ocean kiss to her shoulder on one side,

a violet jolt on the other.

 

A feminine lacy black dress juxtaposes a puffy white rabbit’s tail

peeking out from under

the hem of a black military coat.

With a quick shrug, a stegosaur backpack is over her shoulders.

Pink, orange, brown and yellow spikes

protrude from her back.

 

A surprisingly deep and husky voice reveals an ancient soul

inside a youth’s body.

In one throaty breath she says a quick hello and good-bye,

making no apology for her brevity.

 

An air of mystery is left in her wake.

Thoughts of her unusual tail and unique character

bring a smile

and a moment of wistful longing

for lost youth.

Magical Brew

tea

Autumn sunshine
burst of energy
dark clouds banished for now

flags blowing
crisp attention
patriotism on display
no indication of alchemy at hand

delicate flavors
sweet aroma
hint of mystery in a cup

it’s magic
in a cup
magic steeping
brewing
in a cup

time stands still
with the meeting of two friends
encapsulated in a hug
encapsulated in a cup

a spell is cast with the first sip
the first kiss
the first sip of tea
that kisses the lips

roar of an engine breaks the enchantment
boxes are delivered
bicycles scoot by

music plays
patio drinks and laughter
weekend at hand
but
the mind is lost
steeped in memory
passion brewing
heat of magic
conjured in a cup
lingers on the lips

Moon Rattle

sea shell

(internet photo)

moon rattle in my palm
acoustic spirit world connector
blend of natural elements and mystical belief

smooth white mollusk
encircled by brown striations
symphonic blend
crustacean style Sydney opera house

perfect to capture the roar and applause of the sea
to echo and amplify beach pebbles that
tumble and jump over each other within

browns and white whorl to a creamy point
milky way thoughts of origin
time and distance transcended
soulful continuity

the rattle contains energy
mystery
a reminder of celestial guidance
sun and moon drawing forth emotion
a vision of waves washing over
gently
swaying
caressing to and fro
crashing
pulling
spewing foam in a stormy moment
mimicking the ebb and flow of life

taut deer hide
sandpaper rough
tanned creamy white
encloses the operatic opening
captures vibrations
magnifies their song

an intuitive stroke paints the leather
a coppery swirl of motion
rises
bends
folds itself around
a yin yang symbol
twin fish
balanced
spooning each other
their bright red eyes
seeing beyond the palm of my hand

see my soul
see the universe
ready to carry my artful prayers
rattle vibrations
heavenward

 

Unexpected Guest

Female_House_Sparrow

soft thump

fallen sparrow
across path

startle out of reverie
to-do lists, plans
forgotten

delicate feathers
shades of brown and grey
blood matted
no wound visible
beneath ruffled plumule tuft

thoughts of death
tiny limp body
slightest beat of heart
Hope

carry home
cleanse
quench thirst
wait for healing to begin

quiet chirping
rising to crescendo
robust chords
quavering trill

rehearsing?
perhaps restating – reliving
trauma
that brought it to this place

towel nest
water
bread crumbs
all in order

Day break

minute dependant gone

one diminutive feather
caught on cotton loop
remains

left to ponder

mystery of unexpected guest

little sparrow
across path

Man in My Life

There’s a man in my life
I whisper his name
dark and mysterious
loves to play teasing games

There’s a man in my life
untamed and wild
he loves and supports me
he’s gentle and mild

There’s a man in my life
with excitement and charm
he surveys around
to keep me from harm

There’s a man in my life
I shout out his name
I love him! I need him
my wonderful swain