Unexpected flowers are the best! My little African Violet, which a fellow writer friend gave me over a year ago, surprised me with showy petals this July. I think that petals can be like pages, too ... such stelliferous secrets furled in both syllables and hue!
A poetry free write . . .
Shadow Maide
Oh, there’s a girl grown gaunt with dreams—
she fed too long on wishful things
made of airy wings of gossamer,
with no meat or bone or blood
to sustain her wistful frame.
Now the daystar blazes
too bright for her face,
and even the moon
calling her name
with silvern rays
burns like
shadows
on fire.
Sometimes falling stars are hard to catch!
I'm meandering along through my Agent Regalia draft, and I know I probably won't be done until the end of the year. But I'm having fun with my ink again! The storyteller in me has recovered a handful of sparkles from the dust.
