Perle Champion

use the nice sheets now

wear the fancy lingerie

now not some later

special occasion

with no name no time no date

funeral perhaps

white space taunts my pen
my épée etching each word
slowly on the page

words marching cadence
along pale blue journal lines
and then there was light

from the very air
seductive scents surround me
sights and sounds assault

mothers scold children’s
high pitched squeals excited for
christmas coming

flew with the eagles
high above earth’s azure skies
my mighty wings pushed

on unseen currents
soar unfettered and free too
soon return to me

everyone ate sweets

I sipped Tia and Java

my kind of cookie

The dinner was cleared away and the desert was served.  I tried, but could not.

I whispered to Marvin, our marvelous waiter and he brought me my desert.  The only real desert for me is not some overly sugared confection, but a crystal glass of amber ambrosia named Tia Maria with a steaming cup of black coffee chaser enhanced by stimulating conversations with an interesting group of people that I am so fortunate to work with.

to walk chaos path

as necessary as breath

to our existence

disorder reigned in

Thessalian witches rule

the moon order lives

yesterday’s magic
oft becomes today’s magic
means to meet desire

polytheism’s
view that reality’s be
many and diverse

selves walk parallel
paths never knowing other
selves on other paths

the sky was leaden

as I drove to get the child

a long day ended

a longer night loomed

gravel crunching neath my wheels

tells me I’ve arrived

I hate that gravel

mine every shoe bears its marks

can we start again

please go back to the

begin and rewrite the tale

I hate this one’s end