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Showing posts with label One Single Impression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label One Single Impression. Show all posts
Sunday, 8 April 2012
Friday, 17 February 2012
Down From Heaven
She fell.
She fell far, down onto the earth,
a creature of mist and dreams,
angelic.
She was lost in the ruin
of a house once grand,
a house that lived when Detroit
was king.
They found her, they took her,
this creature of the Otherworld.
Into foster care she went,
into uncaring hands, cruel hands.
Into loving hands, into
homes but never home.
She forgot
she was a creature of dreams
and fell into mist.
Like a child's bubble
in the summer haze, she
shattered.
She fell far, down onto the earth,
a creature of mist and dreams,
angelic.
She was lost in the ruin
of a house once grand,
a house that lived when Detroit
was king.
They found her, they took her,
this creature of the Otherworld.
Into foster care she went,
into uncaring hands, cruel hands.
Into loving hands, into
homes but never home.
She forgot
she was a creature of dreams
and fell into mist.
Like a child's bubble
in the summer haze, she
shattered.
Thursday, 19 January 2012
The Golem
Whispered words. The names
of G-d.
Spirit and earth.
Above and below.
Awake
in dreams.
A spark, a breath.
The Golem
becomes Life.
of G-d.
Spirit and earth.
Above and below.
Awake
in dreams.
A spark, a breath.
The Golem
becomes Life.
Sunday, 24 April 2011
Thursday, 20 January 2011
Sunday, 28 September 2008
Monday, 4 August 2008
a day late for Sunday Scribblings and a haiku for One Single Impression
Do I have to? My last words of English.
Do I have to go to bed?
No amount of whinging swayed my mum. Sent to bed for the crime of being a boy. And perhaps for being a bit on the cheeky side.
The first hour I spent reading a Harry Potter book, I forgot which one now. Being high summer, I didn't have to resort to any such methods as using a tourch under the duvet. It wouldn't go completly dark for another hour.
Around 10 I heard my mum go to bed herself. I gave her another half hour. When I was sure she had to be asleep I quietly put my jeans back on, then tip-toed through the house and out the back door, the one that lead through the garden.
The garden.
Perhaps no one but a child knows what dangers lie in the garden. I should have known better.
My mum loved her plants. She filled her garden full of them. Peonies, poppies, roses, sunflowers, all sorts. The foxgloves reached over my head, as did the granny's bonnets.
That's why I didn't see them at first. They weren't much bigger than me. Maybe that's why I thought the first ones were kids, like me.
Hello, the first one said, from her seat under the rose bush. Only that hello wasn't in English.
I know that now.
And I understood her in the way that only a child can understand.
Her voice was soft. I almost mistook it for the wind stirring through the oak tree at the end of the garden. In the blue of twilight she looked like a little girl until I blinked, looked closer. Her skin was brown and rough, sort of like the rose, or the oak's bark. Her hair would have made the buzzard pair in the woods further back proud.
And her eyes. Like wolves' eyes, they were.
Wild.
She grinned, a wolf's grin. And she beconned. Away, further into the garden. A part I'd never seen before.
Then I saw the others. They were like her, some were different. Some were more like the flowers, some like wild things.
I went with them. Why, I'm not sure. Maybe it was becasue they seemed like me. It could have been because under that wild look, there was a gentle way. Maybe it was just because it would be like something Harry Potter would do.
It doesn't matter why, I went with them.
Into their world.
Skipping
wisdom of a child
the Fool.
Do I have to go to bed?
No amount of whinging swayed my mum. Sent to bed for the crime of being a boy. And perhaps for being a bit on the cheeky side.
The first hour I spent reading a Harry Potter book, I forgot which one now. Being high summer, I didn't have to resort to any such methods as using a tourch under the duvet. It wouldn't go completly dark for another hour.
Around 10 I heard my mum go to bed herself. I gave her another half hour. When I was sure she had to be asleep I quietly put my jeans back on, then tip-toed through the house and out the back door, the one that lead through the garden.
The garden.
Perhaps no one but a child knows what dangers lie in the garden. I should have known better.
My mum loved her plants. She filled her garden full of them. Peonies, poppies, roses, sunflowers, all sorts. The foxgloves reached over my head, as did the granny's bonnets.
That's why I didn't see them at first. They weren't much bigger than me. Maybe that's why I thought the first ones were kids, like me.
Hello, the first one said, from her seat under the rose bush. Only that hello wasn't in English.
I know that now.
And I understood her in the way that only a child can understand.
Her voice was soft. I almost mistook it for the wind stirring through the oak tree at the end of the garden. In the blue of twilight she looked like a little girl until I blinked, looked closer. Her skin was brown and rough, sort of like the rose, or the oak's bark. Her hair would have made the buzzard pair in the woods further back proud.
And her eyes. Like wolves' eyes, they were.
Wild.
She grinned, a wolf's grin. And she beconned. Away, further into the garden. A part I'd never seen before.
Then I saw the others. They were like her, some were different. Some were more like the flowers, some like wild things.
I went with them. Why, I'm not sure. Maybe it was becasue they seemed like me. It could have been because under that wild look, there was a gentle way. Maybe it was just because it would be like something Harry Potter would do.
It doesn't matter why, I went with them.
Into their world.
Skipping
wisdom of a child
the Fool.
Tuesday, 15 July 2008
One Single Impression--prompt 20--Myth
Raven steals the sun
black wings illuminating
trickster heals the world.
black wings illuminating
trickster heals the world.
Sunday, 13 July 2008
One Single Impression--prompt 19
Okay, this is crap, I know it's crap, but the thing is...if I don't jump now and just do it then I'll lose my nerve and never do it. So this is my first attempt at Japanese poetry via the OSI prompt 'Through a Window.'
Falling gently down,
the girl from the window lands
soft, a down feather.
A slip was all it took for
her to know that she can fly.
Falling gently down,
the girl from the window lands
soft, a down feather.
A slip was all it took for
her to know that she can fly.
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