Faerie Dreams (a short story)

Faerie Dreams

Written in Winter of 2011

A small boy, no older than the age of five, came to find himself in a large, fantastic house of stunning, brilliant colors. It was as though the house had been specifically designed for Easter celebrations. The walls were adorned with luscious pastel shades and intricate winding patterns, delightfully filling his senses. There were wonderful smells of fresh baked cookies and pies, and the taste of sugary, candied things was in the air.

            Faeries danced and flew about the room, singing and laughing and playing, their voices like summer birds and sweet Sunday bells. They welcomed him with smiles and pinched his round boyish cheeks. One faerie in particular, an impish, mischievous girl with bright orange hair, took his hand and twirled him around. The air shimmered around them as they spun, as though they were a sparkling mirage. With a cry of delight, the boy found he could fly.

Beneath the Fairy Lights (a poem)

Beneath the Fairy Lights

Written December 20th, 2011

The soft fairy lights

Make the midnight room glow

Like the love of a heart

Or an infant’s smile

The wall is sprinkled with rainbow reflections

And the shadows of the dim room

Hold no malice

Wrapped in the comforting season,

A child lies in soft slumber

The glittering colors

Alighted softly on his cheek

As if brought by the soft sigh

Of a passing breeze

His eyelids flutter with dreams

Midnight Rain (a poem)

Midnight Rain

Written October 14th, 2011

Sweet velvet rain
Pattering on my roof
Sing me softly to sleep

The gentle whispers
Reach my ears
As you travel in swirling rivulets
Across the shingles
Of this midnight house

The Light in the Fog (a poem)

The Light in the Fog

Written June 20th, 2011

I can see you there

Shimmering somewhere in the shifting abyss

Inviting me with little hands

Materializing, then with a twirl disappearing

Leaving my heart warm

And my cheeks full with a smile

I hang on to this flickering daydream

Like the sunshine dancing on the ocean waves

*Catfish (a poem)

Catfish

Little tiny girl

With bright light

Captured in her shiny curls

Peering into a bucket of water

At the catfish her dad plans to slaughter

He was putting up a fight

When first caught

But now at the bottom lay still

His only movement the flickering of a gill

Knowing that far from sight

Is the freedom he sought.