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Sanctuary in the DeepI’m barefoot again, toes curling in the soft grass and I wish it were sand beneath my feet. The sun is gone now, the daylight swallowed by the dark. I look to the sky, hoping nature's canvas will bless us tonight.
The stars here shine brighter than I’ve ever seen and sometimes the sky is streaked with ribbons of sea green and violet. It’s the Northern Lights, I think. Whatever it is, it’s truly breathtaking. Colors swirling slow like an acid trip galaxy, I can’t help but stare. It's simply beautiful.
I take slow steps into the yard, it’s warm tonight and I’m feeling tired. I'm always so tired these days. Plopping down in an adirondack chair I give a small wave to Andy and he’s scowling, having spotted the bottle of wine in my hands.
“I’ll share,” I offer even though I know he doesn’t drink, at least not while he’s working.
He sighs and leans back into his chair staring out into the horizon. I’m s
Beautiful SolitudeSunlight is reflecting off the glass again. I used to think it was beautiful... the way the curves of the bottle cause the light to refract and sparkle. I would sit surrounded by rainbows as my bottle bobbled along the surface of the ocean, morning sunshine slanting, a peaceful, stunning dawn.
I saw it again and again, the beginning of each day shimmering anew, and for a time it gave me hope. As the sun rose and set in an never ending cycle, the beauty of it all lost it’s luster. The gleaming rays a blinding reminder of my cage made of glass, one I can see through but can’t escape.
Sometimes I put my hands against the glass and stare at my own reflection, not seeing myself but a husk of a girl. Sometimes I scream even though no one will ever hear. I curse the day break for interrupting my sleep. I wish for rain but when I get it the sea is rough, stormy and unrelenting.
Trapped. Cursed. Damned. Damned to float along, helpless to the ocean’s whim. To
Revolting Rhymes: RumplestiltskinA "Revolting Rhymes" and "Rhyme Stew" rendition of "Rumplestiltskin" with Ratty from "Rhyme Stew's" version of "The Tortoise and the Hare". Wanted to pay a tribute to Roald Dahl, so I wrote this, and tried to emulate his writing style as best as I could. Please comment on what you think!
The town miller, away this please log,
was an egotistical attention hog.
He’d make up stories to impress his peers.
Phony secrets he’d whisper to their ears.
A dinosaur he recently saw.
alive as well was writer Roald Dahl.
At martial arts, he was the best.
He was a stunt double for Adam West.
But then one dreadful woeful day,
the king, was strolling past his way.
And for once, his tall tales would backfire,
as he approached the king as well as his squire.
“I have a secret you’d love to hear.
Please lean in close and lend an ear:
My daughter, not only is determined and bold,
but she can spin straw into gold!”
The king, as greedy as can be,
said, “Then at once bring yo
To the Cloudscapes of Celephais (Remake)"In a dream it was also that he came by his name of Kuranes, for when awake he was called by another name." - H.P. Lovecraft, Celephaïs, 1922
Celephaïs, you lofty city,
Far beyond the waking world!
Far beyond my chamber gritty
There you are in dreams unfurled.
Golden roofs are shining, gleaming
On majestic marble halls
And in amber heavens beaming,
Touched by snow, Mount Aran calls.
Celephaïs, with eldritch structures,
Lapped by azure ocean foam!
You still sing - while Sarnath ruptures -
Anthems of my ancient home.
From the cliffs the wind is blowing
Where Serannian's galleys fly.
I can see the cloudscapes glowing
High above the Dreamland's sky.
Celephaïs, with knights so gracious,
Golden armor, stellar blades!
To the edge they ride audacious,
Guiding me to unknown glades.
As the fiery skies are weaving
I can see your turquoise might.
To your cosmic spheres I'm leaving
And for this I've gladly died!
Celephaïs, your son's returning!
Finally the day has co
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