Blue bonnet .....
a blue-flowered lupine
supine
framing her paper doll face
point lace
glacé grace
wood pulp pulmonary sprigs
spring sprouts
like butterfly wings
spread with butter
on her wing bones
she wears moth cloth
and lives in a molasses moss country house
with primitive gingerbread tea stained paneling
tomato canning
and sun tanning
channeling her inner
breadwinner
Blue Apron
dinner
blueberry muffin
tuffet
natures treasures buffet
country preserves
blueberry
backcountry
living
crockery
cookery
(K.M.M.)
I gathered the Full Moon
I gathered the full moon in my eyes,
took it home to bed,
to lay a man soft as moon-glow.
Gathered the aching wolf in my throat,
brought it home for a kiss,
tongue deep in his gentle maw.
Such a moon,
golden shadow smudge around Her figure,
a mane that parts light into indigo fog,
lioness of the night.
Permission
He laid his tired head
Resting in my lap
Work done
Icy snow return home
Rest now
Let me touch your cheek
Peace
She leaned into me
A teenager's cuddle
Defiance and rebellion rest
Attitude surrenders, just a bit
Okay to need
Let the child remain
Acquiesce
My four legged love
Finally, all players return
To the game board
Shepherd, your flock is safe
Job done
Let me stroke your fur
Reprieve
I am
I am a monster, a product of a free market, useless until I can scrape up some profit value.
I am an artist, a creator of stories, legends, landscapes, but talk is cheap and it's the only thing I know.
I am a survivor, finding what little meaning I can in the mundane no matter how small I actually am.
I am a fool, to think that I was any different? I am insecure, and the world doesn't revolve around me.
I am just like everyone else,
but I'm unlike anything here.
Hot Chocolate
I just found this little gem that my eight-year-old son wrote and thought I'd share. :)
I see the marshmallow drifting in my hot cocoa.
I smell the steam coming off the hot cocoa.
I hear the bubbling noise from the hot cocoa.
I taste the sweet hot cocoa.
I feel the warmth through the cup.