Le Shorts, Poetry

Do You Dream?

Dream of flying?
Of soaring over mountains,
Scaling scrapers,
Or sunrise misty fountains?

Dream of being?
Of living every day,
Being big,
Or just changing ways?

Dream of walking?
Of stepping over fallen stones,
Treading lightly
In castles where the wind moans?

Dream of seeing?
Of viewing rainbows never seen,
Watching faces,
Of people who’ve other places been?

Dream of dancing?
Of waltzing with the moon,
With the sun
In a never ending tune?

Do you dream?
Of brighter days to see,
And if you do,
Would you tell me?


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In the Beginning

There was once a beautiful white snake and a great black snake in the caretaker’s garden. The black snake lay at the caretaker’s feet and enjoyed all the best he had to offer, as well as companionship and the pride of the caretaker. But for the black snake, it wasn’t enough, and he became bitter and greedy because there was one other in the garden who held the caretaker’s esteem.

Mankind.

So often, the caretaker spoke of Mankind and boasted of his achievements. It made the black snake resentful. He concocted a scheme to reduce Mankind and elevate himself once again, but something stood in his way. The black snake could go anywhere he desired as long as he did not enter the inner garden where Mankind rested. So he bequested the aid of the beautiful white snake. She guarded the coming and going of the garden and greeted the caretaker every day. One night, while he was away, she opened the gate for the black snake. He entered the inner garden and made his way to Mankind’s other half which lay sleeping beneath the trees. And so the black snake whispered in her ear to cause Mankind to fall.

#PatchworkDolls

~FanTC

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Something to Share

I’m going to share my fairy poetry with you.

They shared it with me, and I don’t feel it’s right to keep it to myself.

Who gave it to me, you ask.

The fairies, of course.

* * *

“Deep in the hollow
Of an ancient wood
Mystical lanterns
At one time stood.”
HOME

* * *

“This road you’re on
Does it ever end?
These twists and turns
Each hidden bend
What made you walk
The path you took?
Was it fairy love
Or love forsook?
THE ROAD

* * *

“The fairy glade is where you’re at
Where dreams are made in a great big vat,
And in this land you’ll never find
A grain of sand left out of time.”
DARE TO DREAM

* * *

“Don’t you wake by bird’s light song?
But all is dead in winter’s frost.
Can life begin at journeys end?
Or is snow the mark that all is lost?”
WINTER

* * *

“Hush of night
‘Neath a violet sky
Moonlit waves
Have sung goodbye.”
FAREWELL TO THE SEA

* * *

On the isle of wonder
Where enchantment reigns
Where walls fall asunder
And set free their chains
Give worry to the sea
And stress to the winds
For on the isle on wonder
Your adventure begins.”
THE ISLE

* * *

The passage of time
A mysterious thing
When you hear the bells chime
Then you must leave the ring.
Be warned.”

Le Shorts

The Squid from Quid

The Squid from Quid
A short story poem

Once upon a time
in the land of Quid,
there came a strange
and peculiar squid.

He had no ink
or cloud to spread.
Truth be told,
he'd rather be dead.

Because all his peers
they teased him bad.
He had no friends,
which made him sad.

And so one day
when he was down,
he explored on his own
and got out of town.

Deep in the ocean
away from his home,
he had time to think
and be on his own.

He saw all the coral
and moved through the weeds.
He saw all the many
variety of reeds.

It made him think
since no plant was the same,
that maybe his peers
were really quite lame.

To think that all squids -
the young and the old -
should all be the same,
not to shy, not to bold.

He thought he was broke
all his life he felt so.
But now he felt changed
and now he felt whole.

The next time squids laughed
or called him mean names,
he reminded himself
he was not to blame.

Each squid has a purpose
though some may not see it,
and maybe one day
he would grow up to be it.

The end