All posts tagged: freeform

Stained Hair

I told you

The Scent

In the old days it was the smell that gave them away They couldn’t all hold on some would always fall and rot on the ground The scent is sweeter then you think And it always gives them away Nowadays we just corral them People line up to take their pick There’s no hunt No chase Just fill up a bag take them home chop them up and serve them baked in a buttery crust They will still smell sweet

Thank you, I made it myself

I wore it today the necklace I made with the dainty chain It shimmers in the sun Like the silver pendent with a coating of resin holding a bleached sliver in place in the center The girls all assumed it was mother of pearl or smuggled ivory A splinter of coral perhaps Who would guess it was really just a small sliver of you

Yellow Brick Road

The clouds churn in the distance thick like the smoke rising from a forest fire or an atomic bomb Patiently circling whispering insinuating Waiting to lift me up and devour me whole But the sun is beaming lighting my way like the yellow brick road I know I can get where I’m going and click my heels to get back home