Midday Musings #1

9/02/15 I remember when I first glanced at the house in Nimes, the one that made me really start believing I could have lived before. Previously, the speculation was just that: a doubt I repeatedly pushed back to the darkest, best hidden corners of my mind. The ones that whispered memories; that slid feelings into…

Lilac Hills

The lilac hills were drifting gracefully in the calm The pink sunrise winked cheekily at dawn The cicadas chirped happily for all Oh, how I am happy  the time is not for fall * Olive trees gathered conspiratorially beneath my window The blue sky pure with its bravado Clothes lines strung in the hazy heat…

Totem – Prologue and Chapter 1

This is the preface and first chapter of Totem,  which I chose to start writing for JTCarlton’s Weekly Writing Challenge which consisted in writing the first chapter of that story that you’ve been meaning to write since forever but that you haven’t even started because, true to form, you couldn’t be bothered to write it….

Wind and window flower – Robert Frost

Lovers, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. * When the frosty window veil Was melted down at noon, And the caged yellow bird Hung over her in tune, * He marked her through the pane, He could not help but mark, And…

Lightswitch

Why’s everything so dark? I stumble and crumble as I try to assemble These broken pieces of me * I trip on my worries and fantasies As I search in the dark Find me a lightswitch To turn my world inside out * Hand me a candle, that would Provide all the light I could…

Sonnet 18 – Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines,…

I’ll be your home

These days are cold, And my blood congeals in my veins to form a thick, electric-blue paste That refuses to budge, and clogs my arteries My movements are slowed, and my thoughts addled So unwind me * Help my veins to open and my blood to thaw For I am the coldest air, The most…

First Sight

I shuffle and drag my feet as I go, reluctant to cast my old shell behind. But please, don’t misunderstand me, lifting this weight off my shoudlers Is more difficult than is apparent at first sight. * I could invite you to disperse my concerns, Blow them off like a feather on my neck. *…

Lodged – Robert Frost

The rain to the wind said, ‘You push and I’ll pelt.’ They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged–though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.

Spoils of the dead – Robert Frost

Two fairies it was On a still summer day Came forth in the woods With the flowers to play. * The flowers they plucked They cast on the ground For others, and those For still others they found. * Flower-guided it was That they came as they ran On something that lay In the shape…

L’enfance – Jacques Prévert

Oh comme elle est triste l’enfance La terre s’arrête de tourner Les oiseaux ne veulent plus chanter Le soleil refuse de briller Tout le paysage est figé * La saison des pluies est finie La saison des pluies recommence Oh comme elle est triste l’enfance La saison des pluies est finie La saison des pluies…

Rose Pogonias – Robert Frost

A saturated meadow, Sun-shaped and jewel-small, A circle scarcely wider Than the trees around were tall; Where winds were quite excluded, And the air was stifling sweet With the breath of many flowers– A temple of the heat. * There we bowed us in the burning, As the sun’s right worship is, To pick where…