Tuesday, September 30, 2014

THE NIGHT THE PIXIES DANCED (October Poem)

THE NIGHT THE PIXIES DANCED

 
Pixies
dance beneath
golden ring of moon.
Meteoroids
sail through space
gleaming
in autumn starlight.
Misty shrouds
spirit across Ghost Lake.
Witches
frost tips of trees
with broom handles
in the midst of riotous
fog fantasy.


Thursday, September 4, 2014

BUCKETS OF BLUEBERRIES - a poem

 

 
Flannel-jacketed campers
huddle against rough winds
buffeting the lake's edge
filling tin pails
with last of the blueberries

 

Building a Story by Mary Deal

    An example of how to begin a new story when your Muse has taken a vacation. A friend of mine—I’ll call her Judy—had written a...