Our Backyard Queen

Paper crowns and bullrush scepters

Her throne a  willow tree

In a  blue cotton gown

And Nike hightop glass slippers

She reigns over  a grassy court

A fearless leader ~ Wild and free

A champion of the winged and fourlegged

Of apple tree and dandelion seed

Dutiful to her backyard kingdom

Collecting the leavings and legacy 

Long may she live!

Long may she reign!

~ Our backyard Queen ~

Black Crow

An old black crow sitting on my tree
Squawks "Hello" each morning to me
Inquiring if I had a good night
Did I rest well? Did I sleep tight?

Well ain't it funny how an old black crow
Can care with a depth that you'll never know
Ain't it funny how an old black bird
Can say so much without saying a word to me


And oooooh isn't it magick, how that old Mister crow seems to notice whenever I'm blue
And oooooh isn't it tragick, how I let myself fall for a cold hearted lover like you.


Well that old black crow, he cares more than you
You know it's true. I never hear from you
I know he'd buy me a ring
And slip it on my finger, with his shiny black wing

Well ain't it funny how an old black crow
Can care with a depth that you'll never know
Aint it funny how an old black bird
Can say so much without saying a word to me

That old black crow sittin' on my tree
Squawks "Hey baby, won't you marry me?
Your old man don't know what he had
Cause I'm telling you baby, you ain't half bad!"

Well ain't it funny how an old black crow
Can care with a depth that you'll never know
Aint it funny how an old black bird
Can say so much without saying a word to me

The Revelations of Love

Love can bring you pleasure
Love can bring you pain
A delicate balance of loss and gain
It can lift you up
It can knock you down
Make you feel so smart
Let you know you're a clown

Love, the sweet vexations of love
Love, the revelations of love

I thought he really loved me
I thought I was his world
Turns out I was just another girl
One of many 
He had strung out on his line
Boys don't cha know
That was a kick in my behind

Love, the desecration of love
Love, the revelations of love

Just another girl
What a slap in my face
I'm on a mission now to erase
Every single trace 
Of that man
Would you like to help me
Formulate a plan

Love, oh the frustrations of love
Love, oh the complications of love
Love, the revelations of love

Innocent Voyeur

Amid the winter's biting cold
And the wind's bitter howl
Sat the stalwart crow
A black sentry surveying

From a high wire watch tower

Vigilant eyes peer
Beyond the icicles hanging
Into ice frozen windows
That distort the shadows moving inside

But the black bird sees enough to know

So is now involved
A part of the story being written
On pages with too many contractions
Violations of terms

And sharp edges, that cut as you try to leave them

       

Riddle or Prison House

Your eyes hold their tongue
And keep their wishes secret
Mysterious, deep and dark

Riddle or Prison house?

Your vulnerability crowns you
And keeps you at arms length
Shaming those who might attempt advancement

Unattainable

Just Five Thousand Kilometres Beneath Man's Surface

Few of us are what appears on the surface
That calm, cool, and collected facade

No, just five thousand kilometres beneath man's surface you will find

Eagerly parting lips
Curves that mold themselves to the touch
Whispers that may be tomorrow's haunting ghosts
Wild and hungry hearts, liquid and refusing to be anything other than what they are

Unbridled molten hotspots

Eager to be explored by those who are daring enough
Those who are brave enough and willing enough
To sink into those dark and rich places 
To pursue and to capture
To burn and  to melt 
With no guarantee that we'll not be altered or affected
Hell no! 
Passion isn't and nor should it be, for the faint of heart

Burn

Tell me Your Miracles

Tell me...

What are the miracles in your personal mythology?

Your Red Sea?

Like Joshua, have you ever stilled the sun and moon and stopped the hands of time?

Brought back to life what you had believed was dead and gone?

(Photograph is a still taken from Renee Laprise's film "Sacred She")

Tell me...

Where do you keep your miracles?
What do you do with them, after you've willed them into being?

Do you weave together the threads of your miracles creating garments to adorn soul?

Do you climb the mountain and carve their details in stone?

Do you build a fire and invite others to sit and share lore?

So that you never forget
And always remember their importance
So that your legend becomes a page in humanities story  

Tell me...