5-7-5 (take two-hundred-and-seventeen : witchcraft)

These words I conjure
compare not to the magic
you breathe into them

Id.

beyond Perdition’s oaken doors
of wood lost innocence has cured
and hinges fired of woeful suffering
’tis there I walk when light succumbs
to nightfall’s half formed illusions
and battle hellions on nightmare’s wings,
though unlike fabled dragon’s ire
what waits for me inside the fire
have more familiar features to impart
and when the beasts descend on me
’tis only then discovery
that monsters we most fear are in our hearts.

5-7-5 (take two-hundred-and-sixteen : deciduous)

take care in the fall
as in each leaf underfoot
lives a waylaid dream

four lines at six

I wrote this in the rain
and rainbow painted tears
trailed across the words
to give them new measure

Horse Latitudes : a short fiction as prose

they drifted
for days
despite equine sacrifice
and prayers
to all of their gods
unanswered
their bodies
so racked
from toil
and unrelenting sun
mutiny of the mind
could not
to action translate
instead the waiting
insufferable waiting
for eternity’s oblivion
or the wind’s grace.

A short rhyme formed from the third lines of several unsatisfactory haikus

she saw broken wings
but the mirror lied
a crack was forming
from the other side
the light exploded
into midnight’s realm
her wings were mended
so ended the dream

eight line rhyme sketch

A darkly sparkle spangled
shining speckles into space
and they had me a pondering
just where I’d find a place
in which those sequined stars
inside these thoughts I wind
could find a safer haven
outside this cluttered mind

The Octopus With a Smaller Than Average Bum

I dreamt about an octopus
from dim and distant lands
who’s fidgeting was so bad
that he sat upon his hands
the only trouble was that
only six of them would pass
to get on seven and on eight
he’d need a bigger arse

5-7-5 (take two-hundred-and-fifteen : in vino veritas)

Chianti midnight
velvet intoxication
our bodies oblige

5-7-5 (take two-hundred-and-fourteen : shore thing)

we look out to sea
in my imagination
rocks crash on the waves