I wandered through the forest The moonlight lighting my way I came upon a stationary horse and I thought I heard him neigh
He moved suddenly hearing my approach Turning to face me I noticed the horn This beautiful creature moving elegantly like a gazelle was clearly a unicorn
I moved closer in silence wanting to touch the mystical illusion As I reached out he disappeared in an instant, It was just a delusion
In the perfect stillness of this magical cave our voices echo in semi darkness throwing back the sound we gave The light reflecting imagery of perfect visual symmetry
We drift on mirrored pool in silence but for our breath The air heavy, dank and cool Humidity smelling of death Shivering with a feeling of fear Wondering where to go from here
When the forest floor is bathed in moonlight I wait between the trees Soon you will come Carefully and quietly Moving with ease
In the stillness of the night Your silhouette appears In your hand I see a flower My heart skips a beat In the distance the village clock strikes the midnight hour
How we like to play silly tricks with our minds Wishing for what we want to see You disappear without a trace A figment of my imagination or a full moon lunacy
You touched my life with a stroke of a feather A fleeting moment in the moon shadow that excited and tantalized Luring me to you like a moth to the flame Singeing wings burning desire Now all that remains is a feeling A sensation that still tingles A scratch you can barely see
A place for a clandestine encounter or secrets hidden within its periphery This wall could tell stories of trysts, surreptitious meetings Perhaps even some bewitchery
Traces of lichen and moss Covering the ancient rocks Underneath, romantic messages left by star crossed lovers whose footsteps are now covered with Phlox
The old gate bearing initials Carved with high expectations Yet thwarting courtship blocking fate, destiny and undying declarations
He ordered the finest whisky as he sat at the bar and buried his head The time had come It would be a long night Looming He considered in dread
His clothes were ill fitting They had seen better days He looked disheveled he knew, but couldn’t care His thoughts on his purpose As he nursed his drink Focused Avoiding the glare
Nine fifteen, his mark entered the noisy bar Full of swagger and arrogance He knew it was him There was no question Relaxed He ignored the dissonance
Finding a seam in the throng he worked his way through Sliding onto the bench next to his target Pressing a gun into the man’s side he fired Killing the devil incarnate
The land was calling He could hear it beckoning to his soul Come, come it cried Over and over Echoing through the shoal
He followed the sounds through the waters deep until the beach he found Where he shed his sealskin taking on human form and laid there on the ground
Breathless, resting on the sand Looking skyward to the sun Feeling the warmth of the glow A shadow crossed his eyes and he did see an outline of a beautiful female torso
As he struggled to get up the girl held out her hand “Come with me”, she said Mesmerized he complied “You and I belong together and we will surely wed”
He hid away his Selkie skin in a place so secret no one would ever look He lived happily in human form with his beautiful bride but curiosity is all it took
She found his sealskin one fateful day in its hiding place The legend came true He did leave her there, alone with her own good grace
The sea called him back to where he did belong leaving her broken-hearted The Selkie returned from whence he came to the ocean uncharted
National Poetry Writing Month NaPoWriMo - April 24 - Day 24 Today's prompt - Today’s (optional) prompt is to write a poem that, like “Dictionary Illustrations,” is inspired by a reference book.
They said, “If the broom fits, ride it!” And she did, of course Controlling, fearless and fierce Aware of all secrets And what might be source
Gifted with calculating skills And knowing where souls and skeletons were concealed She used information acquired Holding feet to the fire Shameful stories were revealed
Stopping one day To take refreshment From an offered chalice It was poison she drank That took her life A death from obvious malice
Despised by her enemies Loved by her followers She was both target and idol An illustrious force of nature A hurricane in a sandstorm No one could ever unbridle
RIP you crazy witch and haunt us no more It’s enough we have to see A constant calling card Your hat on a pole When all we want is to be free
